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 Palau and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Brass Construction to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Moby Grape,
The Zeros,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sister Nancy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Aaron Thompson,
Quantec,
Public Image Ltd.,
In Retrospect,
Motorama,
Ponytail,
Joe Finger,
Bobby Byrd,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soul II Soul,
Chrome,
Livin' Joy,
Henry Cow,
The American Breed,
Bill Wells,
Japan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Das Ding,
The Residents,
Theoretical Girls,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Skatalites,
Delta 5,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Human League,
Sixth Finger,
Pole,
The Associates,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Index,
Steve Hackett,
The Five Americans,
Swans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ituana,
The Human League,
Television,
Erykah Badu,
Fugazi,
The Fugs,
Althea and Donna,
Crime,
Marine Girls,
Simply Red,
Model 500,
Faraquet,
Aloha Tigers,
DJ Style,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Smiths,
Ronnie Foster,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.