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 Macedonia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fad Gadget,
Sister Nancy,
The Music Machine,
Liliput,
Pantaleimon,
Niagra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Excepter,
Supertramp,
Janne Schatter,
The Monochrome Set,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Todd Rundgren,
Marine Girls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Buzzcocks,
Animal Collective,
The Blues Magoos,
The J.B.'s,
Jerry's Kids,
Peter and Kerry,
Flamin' Groovies,
Theoretical Girls,
Lindisfarne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Walker Brothers,
Gang of Four,
the Human League,
Minutemen,
Roxette,
Soft Cell,
Fear,
Interpol,
Average White Band,
Terry Callier,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fugs,
Jacob Miller,
Radiohead,
New Age Steppers,
Nirvana,
Swans,
F. McDonald,
Derrick May,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Althea and Donna,
Pagans,
Bootsy Collins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joy Division,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Charles Mingus,
DNA,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marvin Gaye,
Unwound,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.