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 Zimbabwe and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Masters at Work to the crunk 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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Spandau Ballet,
Sexual Harrassment,
H. Thieme,
Yellowson,
Moebius,
Black Pus,
The Blues Magoos,
Marcia Griffiths,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Moon,
Infiniti,
Ohio Players,
World's Most,
Loose Ends,
Ronan,
Freddie Wadling,
Flash Fearless,
Donny Hathaway,
Bill Wells,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Knickerbockers,
Wasted Youth,
Motorama,
Animal Collective,
Tubeway Army,
Little Man,
Kevin Saunderson,
kango's stein massive,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rakim,
Tears for Fears,
The Toasters,
the Soft Cell,
Pantytec,
Slave,
F. McDonald,
Matthew Bourne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Suburban Knight,
Stiv Bators,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Graham Central Station,
Bootsy Collins,
Angry Samoans,
The Kinks,
Bad Manners,
Reagan Youth,
Rotary Connection,
the Germs,
The Skatalites,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Visage,
Roxy Music,
Inner City,
Leonard Cohen,
Jawbox,
The New Christs,
Arab on Radar,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Johnny Clarke,
The Saints,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.