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 Honduras and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the punk 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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
The Seeds,
Amazonics,
Camberwell Now,
Masters at Work,
Lyres,
The Zeros,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pulsallama,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Vogues,
Motorama,
Black Sheep,
cv313,
Carl Craig,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Moody Blues,
Simply Red,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
D'Angelo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
New York Dolls,
Theoretical Girls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joensuu 1685,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nick Fraelich,
Roxy Music,
Panda Bear,
Monolake,
Technova,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The American Breed,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rhythm & Sound,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rekid,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mission of Burma,
Warsaw,
The Last Poets,
Metal Thangz,
Bobby Sherman,
the Bar-Kays,
The Cowsills,
Swans,
The Move,
Pagans,
Lucky Dragons,
Ronnie Foster,
Byron Stingily,
Oneida,
Unwound,
Television Personalities,
Graham Central Station,
Severed Heads,
Supertramp,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.