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 Ecuador and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Tim Buckley to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Aswad,
Agitation Free,
Parry Music,
The Remains,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ludus,
Franke,
Fat Boys,
Altered Images,
The Smoke,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lou Christie,
Shoche,
the Association,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ice-T,
Suicide,
Big Daddy Kane,
This Heat,
CMW,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bob Dylan,
Mission of Burma,
World's Most,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Second Layer,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fluxion,
Flash Fearless,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rosa Yemen,
JFA,
The Skatalites,
The Names,
Ken Boothe,
Swans,
F. McDonald,
Banda Bassotti,
Radiohead,
Massinfluence,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Five Americans,
The Moody Blues,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Technova,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Minor Threat,
The Doors,
R.M.O.,
Sparks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Reagan Youth,
Section 25,
Kurtis Blow,
Gang of Four,
The Doobie Brothers,
Blossom Toes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Intrusion,
The Knickerbockers,
Marine Girls,
Drexciya,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.