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 Barbados and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro 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 Black Sheep to the disco 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
The Cosmic Jokers,
DNA,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ultra Naté,
Goldenarms,
Clear Light,
Suicide,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lower 48,
a-ha,
The Misunderstood,
Sixth Finger,
MC5,
Terrestrial Tones,
Suburban Knight,
H. Thieme,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ohio Players,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Circle Jerks,
The Offenders,
Half Japanese,
Jeff Lynne,
R.M.O.,
Echospace,
Con Funk Shun,
10cc,
ABC,
Theoretical Girls,
Bill Near,
Leonard Cohen,
Marcia Griffiths,
UT,
The Black Dice,
Cameo,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Sonics,
Animal Collective,
Joey Negro,
Oneida,
Funky Four + One,
Grauzone,
Rakim,
Crispian St. Peters,
Underground Resistance,
Visage,
Eric Copeland,
Wally Richardson,
the Bar-Kays,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Modern Lovers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Barracudas,
June Days,
Absolute Body Control,
Fela Kuti,
Graham Central Station,
Metal Thangz,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Association,
The Associates,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.