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 Mozambique and from Spokane.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
The Neon Judgement,
UT,
CMW,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Invisible,
Morten Harket,
Warren Ellis,
Pulsallama,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Amon Düül II,
Sight & Sound,
Nik Kershaw,
The Slits,
the Bar-Kays,
Robert Hood,
Niagra,
Severed Heads,
ABC,
Traffic Nightmare,
Youth Brigade,
David Bowie,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ten City,
Don Cherry,
Joyce Sims,
Scion,
Joensuu 1685,
The Real Kids,
Donny Hathaway,
Yaz,
Roxette,
John Foxx,
Ultravox,
Shoche,
The Smiths,
The Walker Brothers,
Wally Richardson,
Schoolly D,
Laurel Aitken,
Pagans,
Toni Rubio,
The Raincoats,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pharoah Sanders,
Boredoms,
Altered Images,
Marmalade,
Crime,
Swans,
Alice Coltrane,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
David McCallum,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ossler,
Monks,
Ronan,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Flesh Eaters,
Oblivians,
Q65,
Newcleus,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.