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 India and from New York.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 David Bowie to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Evens,
Tommy Roe,
Nils Olav,
Chris Corsano,
Wolf Eyes,
Bauhaus,
Tim Buckley,
Bobby Byrd,
Rites of Spring,
Urselle,
Crime,
Kaleidoscope,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Flipper,
10cc,
Electric Light Orchestra,
T.S.O.L.,
MC5,
John Coltrane,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sandy B,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Human League,
Flamin' Groovies,
Agent Orange,
T. Rex,
Pylon,
Suicide,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Avey Tare,
Erykah Badu,
Darondo,
James White and The Blacks,
Nas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Brothers Johnson,
Second Layer,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Porter Ricks,
Sister Nancy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Donny Hathaway,
World's Most,
Visage,
The Kinks,
Nico,
Magazine,
One Last Wish,
Country Teasers,
Interpol,
Godley & Creme,
The Mojo Men,
ABBA,
The Golliwogs,
Procol Harum,
Heaven 17,
Drive Like Jehu,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.