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 Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Neil Young to the crunk 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Tropical Tobacco,
Skarface,
Jeff Mills,
Second Layer,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Chrome,
Barbara Tucker,
Roy Ayers,
Ken Boothe,
Radiohead,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bob Dylan,
The Young Rascals,
Minnie Riperton,
Excepter,
Au Pairs,
Easy Going,
The Angels of Light,
The Dirtbombs,
Motorama,
Howard Jones,
Inner City,
Gong,
The Invisible,
Johnny Osbourne,
David Axelrod,
Hardrive,
Essential Logic,
The Monks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ludus,
Crash Course in Science,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Godley & Creme,
Y Pants,
Intrusion,
Sarah Menescal,
Anakelly,
Tears for Fears,
8 Eyed Spy,
In Retrospect,
48th St. Collective,
The Slackers,
Wire,
Kevin Saunderson,
Oneida,
Black Moon,
H. Thieme,
Scan 7,
John Foxx,
The Names,
The Mummies,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Matthew Bourne,
Parry Music,
the Fania All-Stars,
Brass Construction,
MDC,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.