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 Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro 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 Mad Mike to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Smoke,
Swell Maps,
Steve Hackett,
Peter and Kerry,
The Star Department,
Dead Boys,
Gil Scott Heron,
U.S. Maple,
Avey Tare,
Tomorrow,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Slick Rick,
Sugar Minott,
The Raincoats,
cv313,
The Mojo Men,
Wally Richardson,
The Fuzztones,
X-101,
Nirvana,
Minutemen,
Nick Fraelich,
Television Personalities,
Mars,
a-ha,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Yazoo,
Fugazi,
Kayak,
Arcadia,
Alphaville,
Sex Pistols,
FM Einheit,
Silicon Teens,
KRS-One,
The Moody Blues,
the Soft Cell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Organ,
MDC,
H. Thieme,
Jesper Dahlback,
Matthew Halsall,
The Blues Magoos,
Bauhaus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bluetip,
Colin Newman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Young Rascals,
Bush Tetras,
Archie Shepp,
These Immortal Souls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fear,
Ultimate Spinach,
Skarface,
Mary Jane Girls,
Trumans Water,
Harry Pussy,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.