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 Antigua and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Donny Hathaway,
X-101,
The Gun Club,
Liliput,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roxy Music,
The Leaves,
Jacob Miller,
Marine Girls,
LL Cool J,
Hasil Adkins,
Yellowson,
The Human League,
The Moody Blues,
The Searchers,
Icehouse,
Connie Case,
The Invisible,
Roy Ayers,
Sound Behaviour,
Sonic Youth,
The Last Poets,
Agent Orange,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scott Walker,
Boz Scaggs,
Aloha Tigers,
Judy Mowatt,
Intrusion,
Fugazi,
The Move,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
OOIOO,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Adolescents,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Television,
Danielle Patucci,
Supertramp,
Aaron Thompson,
Young Marble Giants,
The Durutti Column,
Mars,
The Star Department,
Todd Terry,
Roxette,
Robert Hood,
La Düsseldorf,
The Pop Group,
Mary Jane Girls,
DJ Style,
The Slackers,
The Sonics,
Heaven 17,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Moon,
The Fall,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.