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 Tonga and from Cairo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Divine Comedy to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fluxion,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nico,
10cc,
Dual Sessions,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Associates,
The Neon Judgement,
These Immortal Souls,
Peter & Gordon,
Suburban Knight,
Masters at Work,
B.T. Express,
Yusef Lateef,
Nick Fraelich,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Zapp,
Moss Icon,
Television Personalities,
Eurythmics,
Desert Stars,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sam Rivers,
The Standells,
Section 25,
Tres Demented,
Talk Talk,
The Gap Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Robert Wyatt,
Second Layer,
Rotary Connection,
Flamin' Groovies,
Anthony Braxton,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Royal Trux,
The Birthday Party,
The Toasters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Japan,
The Moody Blues,
Rites of Spring,
Fugazi,
Yazoo,
Excepter,
Stiv Bators,
Colin Newman,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gang Green,
Camberwell Now,
New Order,
Swans,
The Monochrome Set,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Angels of Light,
Make Up,
Crash Course in Science,
Pantaleimon,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.