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 Chad and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin 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 Fad Gadget to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Moody Blues,
Technova,
the Bar-Kays,
Y Pants,
Television,
Anthony Braxton,
Graham Central Station,
Harmonia,
Sixth Finger,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Barry Ungar,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Neu!,
Minor Threat,
the Soft Cell,
T. Rex,
D'Angelo,
Arthur Verocai,
The Golliwogs,
Robert Görl,
Animal Collective,
Flamin' Groovies,
Robert Wyatt,
Metal Thangz,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Association,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
One Last Wish,
Scion,
Scratch Acid,
Ultimate Spinach,
Neil Young,
Faust,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Babytalk,
KRS-One,
Kevin Saunderson,
Electric Prunes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Arcadia,
Bauhaus,
Fela Kuti,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Minny Pops,
Erasure,
Warren Ellis,
Wally Richardson,
Lakeside,
Joey Negro,
Delon & Dalcan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Underground Resistance,
Johnny Osbourne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Chrome,
Khruangbin,
The Blackbyrds,
Pierre Henry,
kango's stein massive,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.