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 Brunei and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Flash Fearless,
Stiv Bators,
Parry Music,
Bill Wells,
Make Up,
Pagans,
Quadrant,
Pussy Galore,
EPMD,
Matthew Bourne,
Gabor Szabo,
Henry Cow,
Hasil Adkins,
Babytalk,
Essential Logic,
Oneida,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camouflage,
Lower 48,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Offenders,
Brass Construction,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bang On A Can,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fall,
The Associates,
Second Layer,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Qualms,
The Young Rascals,
Faust,
Cluster,
Blake Baxter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pantytec,
Pierre Henry,
Amon Düül II,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eden Ahbez,
Half Japanese,
Kaleidoscope,
Dave Gahan,
The Moody Blues,
Terry Callier,
Sister Nancy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eric Copeland,
Groovy Waters,
Bill Near,
Model 500,
Schoolly D,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Germs,
The Evens,
Joyce Sims,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Barrington Levy,
Tres Demented,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.