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 Panama 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron 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 Danielle Patucci to the funk 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
OOIOO,
The Birthday Party,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Procol Harum,
Massinfluence,
Accadde A,
Minutemen,
Eurythmics,
L. Decosne,
Lou Reed,
Alphaville,
Jacques Brel,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Busters,
Rites of Spring,
Groovy Waters,
Average White Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Warren Ellis,
the Germs,
Wings,
Sound Behaviour,
Pulsallama,
Sister Nancy,
Black Flag,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bill Wells,
Scrapy,
Howard Jones,
Janne Schatter,
Erasure,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cymande,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Sheep,
Malaria!,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ituana,
Sight & Sound,
Lebanon Hanover,
Anthony Braxton,
The Pretty Things,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soft Cell,
Newcleus,
Iggy Pop,
The Beau Brummels,
The Misunderstood,
The Grass Roots,
Unrelated Segments,
Sun Ra,
Carl Craig,
The Fuzztones,
Dorothy Ashby,
Model 500,
FM Einheit,
The New Christs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Chrome,
Au Pairs,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.