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 Lithuania and from London.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Count Five to the funk 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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
The Five Americans,
Adolescents,
Rhythm & Sound,
Brick,
Matthew Bourne,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sparks,
Bill Wells,
Mandrill,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Visage,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobby Womack,
Harry Pussy,
The Cowsills,
Eddi Front,
Pierre Henry,
Tomorrow,
cv313,
Magazine,
Shoche,
Donny Hathaway,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Isaac Hayes,
Mad Mike,
Tears for Fears,
Skarface,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Funkadelic,
Soulsonic Force,
Cybotron,
Fela Kuti,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Human League,
Angry Samoans,
Severed Heads,
Dorothy Ashby,
Laurel Aitken,
Jeff Lynne,
The Saints,
Spoonie Gee,
Supertramp,
Bauhaus,
Howard Jones,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Altered Images,
Dead Boys,
Aaron Thompson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sister Nancy,
Vladislav Delay,
Fatback Band,
JFA,
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Christie,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Gories,
Fad Gadget,
Bill Near,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.