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 Ireland and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Barbara Tucker to the jazz 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Lungfish,
Sam Rivers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Evens,
The Vogues,
Average White Band,
Morten Harket,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
This Heat,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Walker Brothers,
kango's stein massive,
Boz Scaggs,
The Invisible,
James White and The Blacks,
The Toasters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fire Engines,
Nik Kershaw,
Grey Daturas,
The Human League,
Wasted Youth,
48th St. Collective,
Surgeon,
Skarface,
Index,
Quadrant,
Thee Headcoats,
June Days,
Underground Resistance,
Sunsets and Hearts,
X-101,
The Kinks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Juan Atkins,
T. Rex,
Television Personalities,
Quando Quango,
Hasil Adkins,
Terry Callier,
The Moleskins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Offenders,
Sällskapet,
Royal Trux,
The Gap Band,
Rekid,
The Trojans,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lindisfarne,
Dual Sessions,
Flipper,
Kurtis Blow,
Chris Corsano,
Terrestrial Tones,
Judy Mowatt,
The Cure,
Arcadia,
The Victims,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.