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 Azerbaijan and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar 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 Quadrant to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Black Moon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Last Poets,
Althea and Donna,
Kas Product,
Bobby Womack,
Mission of Burma,
Sixth Finger,
Avey Tare,
Masters at Work,
The United States of America,
The Modern Lovers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Alison Limerick,
Tommy Roe,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Dirtbombs,
Panda Bear,
Brick,
Joensuu 1685,
Quando Quango,
Bill Wells,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sister Nancy,
The Misunderstood,
the Bar-Kays,
Soul Sonic Force,
Barbara Tucker,
Mr. Review,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Yaz,
Mars,
ABC,
The Slits,
Marc Almond,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
June Days,
Reagan Youth,
Duran Duran,
Deakin,
Tres Demented,
The Pretty Things,
Blake Baxter,
The Victims,
Letta Mbulu,
Y Pants,
T.S.O.L.,
Cymande,
Silicon Teens,
The Selecter,
The Happenings,
Gang of Four,
The Remains,
Mo-Dettes,
B.T. Express,
Maleditus Sound,
Harry Pussy,
Brass Construction,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.