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 Netherlands and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Tubeway Army to the dance 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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Tommy Roe,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Talk Talk,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jacques Brel,
Stiv Bators,
June of 44,
The Associates,
Moebius,
The Raincoats,
Simply Red,
Kaleidoscope,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The United States of America,
Bill Near,
Banda Bassotti,
Piero Umiliani,
John Cale,
KRS-One,
The Names,
Pierre Henry,
Altered Images,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Smog,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Five Americans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pole,
Joe Smooth,
Althea and Donna,
Eric Copeland,
Skarface,
Junior Murvin,
Soul Sonic Force,
Supertramp,
Magma,
Brand Nubian,
Sixth Finger,
Oblivians,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sandy B,
John Foxx,
Pantaleimon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Harmonia,
Radiopuhelimet,
L. Decosne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Vainqueur,
The Remains,
Lyres,
Albert Ayler,
The Doors,
The Shadows of Knight,
Masters at Work,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sister Nancy,
Erasure,
The Electric Prunes,
Ten City,
Flash Fearless,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.