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 Cape Verde and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Young Rascals to the crunk 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
the Human League,
Infiniti,
Urselle,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
U.S. Maple,
The Doors,
The Human League,
The Busters,
The American Breed,
Tim Buckley,
Liliput,
Absolute Body Control,
The Blackbyrds,
Ituana,
Minor Threat,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobby Sherman,
World's Most,
JFA,
Joe Smooth,
The Trojans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rekid,
Yazoo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bill Near,
Carl Craig,
New Age Steppers,
Half Japanese,
Darondo,
Amon Düül II,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lou Reed,
Basic Channel,
Lower 48,
The Moleskins,
Minny Pops,
Shoche,
Boogie Down Productions,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eden Ahbez,
Kerri Chandler,
Stereo Dub,
Fat Boys,
Juan Atkins,
Howard Jones,
Bobby Womack,
Kaleidoscope,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eurythmics,
The Beau Brummels,
Sunsets and Hearts,
MDC,
Index,
Los Fastidios,
Crime,
The Invisible,
Little Man,
Monolake,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.