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 Namibia and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Joensuu 1685 to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ 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?
Alphaville,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jandek,
Aloha Tigers,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fuzztones,
Ultravox,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fugazi,
Tomorrow,
Electric Prunes,
Bush Tetras,
The Fortunes,
The Black Dice,
Wire,
The Monks,
Rekid,
Monks,
Yazoo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ultra Naté,
Technova,
Gichy Dan,
The Leaves,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Flag,
Faraquet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Suicide,
Arthur Verocai,
Y Pants,
Au Pairs,
Frankie Knuckles,
MDC,
Mo-Dettes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ituana,
Tropical Tobacco,
Radio Birdman,
Agitation Free,
Graham Central Station,
Crash Course in Science,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bauhaus,
The Blues Magoos,
Babytalk,
Index,
Can,
Sun City Girls,
Second Layer,
the Soft Cell,
Skaos,
Lalann,
The Kinks,
The Trojans,
The Cramps,
Rod Modell,
The Toasters,
The Slackers,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.