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 Finland and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mandrill to the crunk 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Howard Jones,
Eden Ahbez,
The Dead C,
Gang Gang Dance,
Slick Rick,
Agitation Free,
Zapp,
Oneida,
The Doobie Brothers,
Quantec,
48th St. Collective,
Piero Umiliani,
Erasure,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tubeway Army,
Derrick Morgan,
Rites of Spring,
Ultravox,
The Misunderstood,
Fugazi,
Los Fastidios,
Erykah Badu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Easy Going,
Monolake,
Unwound,
T.S.O.L.,
The Durutti Column,
Sarah Menescal,
Ludus,
Neil Young,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Magazine,
Skaos,
Henry Cow,
Lungfish,
Grauzone,
Minor Threat,
Man Parrish,
Minutemen,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Knickerbockers,
Silicon Teens,
KRS-One,
The Cowsills,
Soul II Soul,
Alton Ellis,
Mantronix,
The Remains,
The Neon Judgement,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Tears for Fears,
Marcia Griffiths,
Funky Four + One,
Amon Düül II,
Soul Sonic Force,
The United States of America,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.