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 Papua New Guinea and from Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the techno 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Swell Maps,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Crooked Eye,
New Order,
Mars,
Kurtis Blow,
Index,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marshall Jefferson,
Donny Hathaway,
Wally Richardson,
The Tremeloes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
DJ Style,
The Zeros,
Nation of Ulysses,
Todd Terry,
Main Source,
Amon Düül II,
The Names,
Outsiders,
Cecil Taylor,
Johnny Osbourne,
Man Parrish,
The Dead C,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rosa Yemen,
Echospace,
Connie Case,
Radiopuhelimet,
Andrew Hill,
The Alarm Clocks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Toni Rubio,
Motorama,
Bootsy Collins,
Minor Threat,
Peter and Kerry,
This Heat,
Monolake,
Joe Smooth,
The Five Americans,
a-ha,
Althea and Donna,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Last Poets,
Jacques Brel,
Ralphi Rosario,
Radiohead,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Litter,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Flag,
The Skatalites,
T.S.O.L.,
The Residents,
Gabor Szabo,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.