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 Denmark and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
James White and The Blacks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pulsallama,
Cluster,
Massinfluence,
Ultra Naté,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Slackers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Icehouse,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Robert Wyatt,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Buckinghams,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Bar-Kays,
Soul II Soul,
Basic Channel,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Todd Rundgren,
The Dirtbombs,
Lungfish,
Gong,
Country Teasers,
Ultravox,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sun City Girls,
Gang Green,
Wolf Eyes,
Television Personalities,
Heaven 17,
Sixth Finger,
Sandy B,
Glenn Branca,
The Real Kids,
Peter and Kerry,
Popol Vuh,
Ossler,
Panda Bear,
Mantronix,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sugar Minott,
Carl Craig,
Deepchord,
Babytalk,
The Names,
Soft Machine,
The J.B.'s,
Das Ding,
Barclay James Harvest,
Negative Approach,
Big Daddy Kane,
Erasure,
Interpol,
Roger Hodgson,
New York Dolls,
Excepter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Moebius,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Skaos,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.