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 Luxembourg and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the disco 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Scratch Acid,
ABBA,
Urselle,
The Misunderstood,
Glambeats Corp.,
In Retrospect,
Laurel Aitken,
The Red Krayola,
Grandmaster Flash,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Neon Judgement,
The Invisible,
David McCallum,
Bang On A Can,
Chrome,
Monolake,
The Last Poets,
Shoche,
The Black Dice,
Anakelly,
Procol Harum,
The Mojo Men,
Easy Going,
X-102,
Swans,
World's Most,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sister Nancy,
Motorama,
Minnie Riperton,
Underground Resistance,
Albert Ayler,
Franke,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roy Ayers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Todd Terry,
PIL,
The Associates,
48th St. Collective,
The Evens,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Raincoats,
New York Dolls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jesper Dahlback,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Steve Hackett,
Animal Collective,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tommy Roe,
The Gladiators,
Bauhaus,
Theoretical Girls,
Malaria!,
Alphaville,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.