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 Greece and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Pharoah Sanders to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Copeland record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Theoretical Girls,
Sister Nancy,
Avey Tare,
The Cowsills,
The Pop Group,
Niagra,
K-Klass,
Howard Jones,
Section 25,
Bauhaus,
Michelle Simonal,
Electric Prunes,
Television Personalities,
The Red Krayola,
Jeff Lynne,
Al Stewart,
Patti Smith,
Loose Ends,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mo-Dettes,
Zero Boys,
La Düsseldorf,
The Evens,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Arab on Radar,
Smog,
Maleditus Sound,
Supertramp,
Radio Birdman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Happenings,
the Germs,
Susan Cadogan,
Eve St. Jones,
Graham Central Station,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mantronix,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mad Mike,
Cecil Taylor,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fela Kuti,
The Star Department,
Visage,
Popol Vuh,
48th St. Collective,
DJ Style,
Dorothy Ashby,
Minnie Riperton,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Flipper,
Marmalade,
Neu!,
Public Enemy,
B.T. Express,
Terrestrial Tones,
Amon Düül II,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.