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 Maldives and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
The Trojans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Chris Corsano,
Leonard Cohen,
Spoonie Gee,
Maleditus Sound,
Yazoo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
In Retrospect,
Lucky Dragons,
Subhumans,
Faraquet,
Yaz,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joy Division,
FM Einheit,
Hot Snakes,
The Smoke,
Pantaleimon,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rites of Spring,
The Human League,
Inner City,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eden Ahbez,
Lebanon Hanover,
Althea and Donna,
Tomorrow,
Gang Gang Dance,
Harry Pussy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lakeside,
Scion,
Soulsonic Force,
Spandau Ballet,
The Cramps,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marc Almond,
Niagra,
Morten Harket,
Duran Duran,
the Bar-Kays,
Marshall Jefferson,
Faust,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Outsiders,
The Durutti Column,
Quando Quango,
Zero Boys,
The Victims,
the Human League,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Star Department,
Alphaville,
Delta 5,
Y Pants,
David McCallum,
Kas Product,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.