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 Djibouti and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ 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 The Dead C to the disco 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Lou Christie,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Yazoo,
Yellowson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eurythmics,
Altered Images,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Soul II Soul,
Technova,
Public Enemy,
Heaven 17,
The Dead C,
The Litter,
Byron Stingily,
Minnie Riperton,
Das Ding,
The Birthday Party,
Barclay James Harvest,
Young Marble Giants,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
A Certain Ratio,
Crooked Eye,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Electric Prunes,
Erykah Badu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Anakelly,
The Stooges,
Grandmaster Flash,
D'Angelo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Malaria!,
Silicon Teens,
June Days,
Scion,
L. Decosne,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gichy Dan,
Ornette Coleman,
In Retrospect,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jawbox,
X-Ray Spex,
Essential Logic,
Urselle,
Metal Thangz,
Fluxion,
Angry Samoans,
Soft Machine,
Soft Cell,
Robert Görl,
The Fall,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Pop Group,
Rosa Yemen,
Minor Threat,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.