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 Kosovo 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar 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 Gang Starr to the grunge 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Flipper,
The Last Poets,
Circle Jerks,
Supertramp,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Avey Tare,
Pantaleimon,
Brothers Johnson,
Blake Baxter,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Flag,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crispian St. Peters,
Reuben Wilson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mission of Burma,
Matthew Halsall,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nico,
John Holt,
Cecil Taylor,
The Cure,
F. McDonald,
Gang of Four,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sällskapet,
Spoonie Gee,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Slackers,
The Walker Brothers,
Talk Talk,
DJ Sneak,
Half Japanese,
Bill Wells,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crime,
The Grass Roots,
U.S. Maple,
Todd Rundgren,
The Selecter,
These Immortal Souls,
Mad Mike,
Duran Duran,
Black Moon,
Livin' Joy,
The Offenders,
Simply Red,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Leaves,
Oblivians,
Television,
The Human League,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fat Boys,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pole,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.