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 Czech Republic and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jeff Mills to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Massinfluence,
Vladislav Delay,
Alphaville,
the Normal,
The Gap Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Liliput,
Idris Muhammad,
Drive Like Jehu,
Subhumans,
Black Flag,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Negative Approach,
Main Source,
The Golliwogs,
Barry Ungar,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Alarm Clocks,
Reagan Youth,
Johnny Clarke,
Bob Dylan,
The Mojo Men,
Gang Green,
Arthur Verocai,
the Germs,
Lower 48,
The Standells,
Malaria!,
Mary Jane Girls,
Steve Hackett,
The Skatalites,
The Gories,
Hardrive,
Funky Four + One,
The Moody Blues,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Reuben Wilson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jacob Miller,
Pierre Henry,
Kaleidoscope,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Amazonics,
cv313,
Crooked Eye,
Isaac Hayes,
The Birthday Party,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Star Department,
Thompson Twins,
Brick,
The Pretty Things,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bootsy Collins,
The Dead C,
EPMD,
Eve St. Jones,
Roy Ayers,
Deepchord,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soulsonic Force,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.