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 Sudan and from Accra.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 E-Dancer to the electroclash 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Moebius,
Quadrant,
Mission of Burma,
Bill Wells,
The Remains,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Neon Judgement,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Slackers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pantytec,
Steve Hackett,
Infiniti,
Deadbeat,
Liliput,
The New Christs,
Marvin Gaye,
Severed Heads,
Bootsy Collins,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dave Gahan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Toni Rubio,
The Tremeloes,
Soulsonic Force,
The United States of America,
Circle Jerks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Radio Birdman,
Scott Walker,
Trumans Water,
Avey Tare,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Urselle,
Terry Callier,
Camouflage,
UT,
The Toasters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Piero Umiliani,
The Dirtbombs,
CMW,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fad Gadget,
E-Dancer,
The Move,
JFA,
DJ Sneak,
Joy Division,
Max Romeo,
Ludus,
Young Marble Giants,
June Days,
Lightning Bolt,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Man Parrish,
Malaria!,
The Durutti Column,
The Gun Club,
Stetsasonic,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.