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 Qatar and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator 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 Lou Christie to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Swans,
Silicon Teens,
Scott Walker,
Skarface,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bang On A Can,
Arab on Radar,
Derrick May,
Kerrie Biddell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
This Heat,
Fat Boys,
Godley & Creme,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Neil Young,
Eurythmics,
FM Einheit,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Raincoats,
Ken Boothe,
Bauhaus,
Unwound,
Glenn Branca,
Morten Harket,
Model 500,
Wings,
The Golliwogs,
The Residents,
Sandy B,
Sound Behaviour,
Lyres,
Steve Hackett,
Graham Central Station,
Black Flag,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Flesh Eaters,
Slave,
The Fugs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Soft Cell,
Youth Brigade,
Gabor Szabo,
Gang Green,
The Tremeloes,
ABC,
Stetsasonic,
The Electric Prunes,
Kas Product,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Stooges,
Average White Band,
EPMD,
Anthony Braxton,
Frankie Knuckles,
Matthew Halsall,
The New Christs,
Kurtis Blow,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Star Department,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Desert Stars,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.