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 Haiti and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Alphaville to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Stiv Bators,
Sister Nancy,
Vainqueur,
Alton Ellis,
Tears for Fears,
Model 500,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
A Certain Ratio,
MC5,
Excepter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hoover,
Man Parrish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Zapp,
Crime,
Marcia Griffiths,
Josef K,
Interpol,
Simply Red,
James White and The Blacks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Niagra,
Oneida,
Panda Bear,
Reuben Wilson,
Crooked Eye,
Arthur Verocai,
The Slackers,
Massinfluence,
Boredoms,
Scientists,
Iggy Pop,
Magma,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sonic Youth,
Robert Hood,
The Sound,
Mandrill,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Danielle Patucci,
These Immortal Souls,
DJ Style,
Faraquet,
The Dirtbombs,
The Modern Lovers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rapeman,
Aloha Tigers,
The J.B.'s,
The Pretty Things,
Gil Scott Heron,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
X-102,
Scratch Acid,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Erykah Badu,
Thee Headcoats,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.