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 Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar 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 Inner City to the electroclash 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
June of 44,
Lebanon Hanover,
Alphaville,
Ultra Naté,
Talk Talk,
Juan Atkins,
Scion,
Aloha Tigers,
Youth Brigade,
DNA,
Mo-Dettes,
The Fugs,
The Smiths,
Japan,
The Gladiators,
Idris Muhammad,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soul II Soul,
L. Decosne,
Second Layer,
The Trojans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bauhaus,
Derrick May,
Alton Ellis,
Shoche,
The Real Kids,
Harmonia,
Minor Threat,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Slits,
Surgeon,
Magazine,
China Crisis,
Lyres,
La Düsseldorf,
Amazonics,
the Germs,
Altered Images,
Roxy Music,
Johnny Clarke,
Amon Düül,
Crooked Eye,
The Cramps,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Quando Quango,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jawbox,
Bad Manners,
The Mojo Men,
Marvin Gaye,
Outsiders,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Kinks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Suburban Knight,
John Foxx,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.