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 Paraguay and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Moody Blues to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Slave,
Ornette Coleman,
Robert Wyatt,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Visage,
Blake Baxter,
Spandau Ballet,
Traffic Nightmare,
Symarip,
The Fugs,
The Moleskins,
John Foxx,
Heaven 17,
Model 500,
The Red Krayola,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scientists,
The Pop Group,
the Normal,
Colin Newman,
Thee Headcoats,
Brothers Johnson,
Swell Maps,
The Angels of Light,
Terrestrial Tones,
Matthew Halsall,
Kas Product,
Godley & Creme,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dawn Penn,
Arcadia,
The Modern Lovers,
The Evens,
Joe Finger,
June Days,
Erykah Badu,
Don Cherry,
The Durutti Column,
Sandy B,
Connie Case,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ponytail,
Panda Bear,
The J.B.'s,
Electric Prunes,
Suburban Knight,
The Walker Brothers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Glenn Branca,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Suicide,
Delta 5,
the Swans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gabor Szabo,
Lungfish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.