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 Iceland and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jawbox to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Jacques Brel,
Hot Snakes,
Wolf Eyes,
MC5,
The New Christs,
Arthur Verocai,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
June Days,
Minnie Riperton,
Vainqueur,
R.M.O.,
Alton Ellis,
Roger Hodgson,
Aural Exciters,
Davy DMX,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Main Source,
Wally Richardson,
Circle Jerks,
Neu!,
The Invisible,
Yazoo,
Janne Schatter,
The United States of America,
New Age Steppers,
Scratch Acid,
Aaron Thompson,
Terry Callier,
The Five Americans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Althea and Donna,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rekid,
Amazonics,
The Litter,
Pole,
Shuggie Otis,
Erasure,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Buckinghams,
Donny Hathaway,
The Raincoats,
Cymande,
Outsiders,
Derrick Morgan,
Massinfluence,
Rakim,
One Last Wish,
Talk Talk,
Letta Mbulu,
The Human League,
Graham Central Station,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Subhumans,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.