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 Dominica and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Josef K to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
the Soft Cell,
Joe Smooth,
Lower 48,
Au Pairs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Yazoo,
a-ha,
Massinfluence,
X-102,
Negative Approach,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Laurel Aitken,
Wire,
Delon & Dalcan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hot Snakes,
Darondo,
John Foxx,
Khruangbin,
B.T. Express,
Man Parrish,
Masters at Work,
This Heat,
Interpol,
kango's stein massive,
Mandrill,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Detroit Cobras,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nation of Ulysses,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Flag,
Godley & Creme,
Cybotron,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Underground Resistance,
Tubeway Army,
Matthew Halsall,
Jeru the Damaja,
Stiv Bators,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roxette,
The Stooges,
Gong,
Derrick Morgan,
Warren Ellis,
The Star Department,
Quadrant,
Pagans,
Wolf Eyes,
Lakeside,
China Crisis,
June of 44,
Gregory Isaacs,
Iggy Pop,
The Move,
Patti Smith,
New York Dolls,
Yusef Lateef,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.