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 Ghana 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Crispy Ambulance to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Wire,
Godley & Creme,
Arthur Verocai,
Surgeon,
Q and Not U,
Bootsy Collins,
The Cramps,
Fatback Band,
Pierre Henry,
Agent Orange,
Rotary Connection,
Minny Pops,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grauzone,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lou Christie,
Donald Byrd,
Albert Ayler,
The Dead C,
Frankie Knuckles,
Franke,
The Music Machine,
Kenny Larkin,
Lalo Schifrin,
World's Most,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ten City,
The Wake,
In Retrospect,
Sparks,
OOIOO,
Wally Richardson,
Anthony Braxton,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Vogues,
The New Christs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Alice Coltrane,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Television Personalities,
Von Mondo,
Malaria!,
Thee Headcoats,
Jacques Brel,
Cal Tjader,
Wasted Youth,
Soul Sonic Force,
Aloha Tigers,
The Velvet Underground,
Ultravox,
Shuggie Otis,
One Last Wish,
Scion,
Peter & Gordon,
Thompson Twins,
Second Layer,
Tears for Fears,
Erykah Badu,
Gang Starr,
Lebanon Hanover,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.