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 India and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Wire to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Don Cherry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Last Poets,
The Blackbyrds,
The American Breed,
Tomorrow,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eurythmics,
Technova,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Animal Collective,
Khruangbin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Q and Not U,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Toasters,
Cybotron,
Robert Görl,
Camberwell Now,
Neil Young,
Skriet,
The Move,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Electric Prunes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ornette Coleman,
China Crisis,
Ronan,
Stiv Bators,
Marmalade,
Boz Scaggs,
Junior Murvin,
the Germs,
The Black Dice,
Livin' Joy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nik Kershaw,
MC5,
Bizarre Inc.,
Metal Thangz,
James White and The Blacks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Clear Light,
Babytalk,
Public Enemy,
Scan 7,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kenny Larkin,
Ken Boothe,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Y Pants,
Television,
Masters at Work,
Rapeman,
Judy Mowatt,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.