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 Swaziland and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 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 Fatback Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Spoonie Gee,
Spandau Ballet,
Drexciya,
Colin Newman,
Don Cherry,
Wasted Youth,
Monolake,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
cv313,
Michelle Simonal,
Moebius,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Unrelated Segments,
Rod Modell,
The Modern Lovers,
Vladislav Delay,
The Standells,
Fela Kuti,
Main Source,
Basic Channel,
Scientists,
Flipper,
8 Eyed Spy,
48th St. Collective,
The Last Poets,
Inner City,
Black Bananas,
Half Japanese,
Tom Boy,
Junior Murvin,
a-ha,
Joyce Sims,
Malaria!,
Dorothy Ashby,
Porter Ricks,
Aaron Thompson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Das Ding,
Harmonia,
Cybotron,
Judy Mowatt,
Frankie Knuckles,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
EPMD,
Gichy Dan,
Delta 5,
The Electric Prunes,
The Birthday Party,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Avey Tare,
the Bar-Kays,
Negative Approach,
Gong,
Smog,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soft Machine,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lou Reed,
Skriet,
Eric Copeland,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.