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 Uruguay and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Selecter to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Soft Machine,
Vladislav Delay,
Sound Behaviour,
Cybotron,
the Sonics,
Jeff Lynne,
Avey Tare,
The Mojo Men,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fluxion,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Warren Ellis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
David Axelrod,
Inner City,
Main Source,
Symarip,
Nation of Ulysses,
Quadrant,
Faust,
The Mummies,
Bill Wells,
The Electric Prunes,
Interpol,
Altered Images,
New York Dolls,
Heaven 17,
Letta Mbulu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Bananas,
The Happenings,
Lower 48,
Fear,
Max Romeo,
Sight & Sound,
T. Rex,
Traffic Nightmare,
Radiopuhelimet,
Howard Jones,
John Cale,
Pylon,
Tears for Fears,
The J.B.'s,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Soft Cell,
Black Moon,
The Sonics,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Saccharine Trust,
Lakeside,
Amon Düül II,
cv313,
Sun Ra,
Slave,
Make Up,
Big Daddy Kane,
Godley & Creme,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Delon & Dalcan,
Motorama,
R.M.O.,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.