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 Congo and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Public Enemy to the electroclash 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bad Manners,
Rekid,
Banda Bassotti,
Max Romeo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Agent Orange,
The Slits,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Al Stewart,
Radiopuhelimet,
Guru Guru,
Joyce Sims,
Sandy B,
Brand Nubian,
Scrapy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ten City,
Ralphi Rosario,
Girls At Our Best!,
Monolake,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wings,
Tim Buckley,
June of 44,
Mr. Review,
kango's stein massive,
Electric Prunes,
The New Christs,
The United States of America,
Make Up,
Skaos,
CMW,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
T.S.O.L.,
Kas Product,
Robert Hood,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gong,
Cybotron,
Ludus,
Ultimate Spinach,
Isaac Hayes,
Sound Behaviour,
Joe Smooth,
New Order,
Magma,
The Red Krayola,
Camouflage,
the Swans,
Henry Cow,
The Monks,
Gabor Szabo,
Erasure,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.