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 Sri Lanka and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
One Last Wish,
Monolake,
Skaos,
Barclay James Harvest,
Erasure,
Eurythmics,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tomorrow,
The Dead C,
Heaven 17,
Spandau Ballet,
The Gap Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Ultimate Spinach,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Reagan Youth,
Alison Limerick,
Harmonia,
Make Up,
Gang Gang Dance,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Boz Scaggs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scientists,
Donald Byrd,
Agitation Free,
a-ha,
Agent Orange,
Dennis Brown,
Hardrive,
Roxy Music,
Cluster,
Quando Quango,
Hasil Adkins,
Main Source,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nik Kershaw,
Youth Brigade,
Electric Prunes,
Babytalk,
Magma,
Depeche Mode,
Moss Icon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Deepchord,
Fad Gadget,
Bob Dylan,
F. McDonald,
Von Mondo,
Amon Düül II,
CMW,
Scott Walker,
Gastr Del Sol,
Flash Fearless,
Freddie Wadling,
Panda Bear,
H. Thieme,
Essential Logic,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.