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 Nicaragua and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro 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 Lungfish to the electroclash 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
T.S.O.L.,
The Toasters,
Goldenarms,
DJ Style,
Liliput,
Peter & Gordon,
Fluxion,
Reagan Youth,
10cc,
Marmalade,
The Flesh Eaters,
U.S. Maple,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Tremeloes,
Gastr Del Sol,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Saints,
Bang On A Can,
Pierre Henry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Clear Light,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Normal,
Faust,
The Count Five,
Jacques Brel,
Fela Kuti,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nirvana,
Wally Richardson,
Ten City,
Hashim,
Sister Nancy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Essential Logic,
The Music Machine,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Harmonia,
Camberwell Now,
The Velvet Underground,
Sight & Sound,
Gang of Four,
Chrome,
Andrew Hill,
Charles Mingus,
Motorama,
Moss Icon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Public Enemy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Ossler,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Porter Ricks,
K-Klass,
the Association,
Minnie Riperton,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.