Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Iraq and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Oblivians to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Skarface,
The Gories,
Supertramp,
Lungfish,
FM Einheit,
Terry Callier,
The Pretty Things,
Funkadelic,
Barry Ungar,
Gang Gang Dance,
Johnny Clarke,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rites of Spring,
Mary Jane Girls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Motions,
Y Pants,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Martian,
Audionom,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fugs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wasted Youth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nas,
Derrick May,
Kerri Chandler,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jerry's Kids,
Smog,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bill Wells,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Dead C,
Whodini,
Arcadia,
Magma,
Blossom Toes,
Patti Smith,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sixth Finger,
Kaleidoscope,
The Slackers,
Bobby Byrd,
Eddi Front,
Excepter,
John Lydon,
Anakelly,
Roxette,
Boz Scaggs,
Country Teasers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Index,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.