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 Singapore and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron 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 The Alarm Clocks to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Anthony Braxton,
Electric Prunes,
Gregory Isaacs,
U.S. Maple,
Mantronix,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eurythmics,
Surgeon,
Wings,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
MDC,
The Sound,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fluxion,
Jerry's Kids,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Johnny Clarke,
Quantec,
Gang Green,
Joe Smooth,
Stereo Dub,
the Swans,
The Birthday Party,
The Saints,
Ornette Coleman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fall,
Porter Ricks,
Archie Shepp,
X-102,
Cymande,
Animal Collective,
Mark Hollis,
T. Rex,
Pagans,
Nils Olav,
Interpol,
Bush Tetras,
Toni Rubio,
Lightning Bolt,
One Last Wish,
Depeche Mode,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Siglo XX,
Ralphi Rosario,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pere Ubu,
Jacques Brel,
Nico,
Joey Negro,
Josef K,
Stetsasonic,
Brick,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mission of Burma,
Banda Bassotti,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.