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 Mauritius and from Houston.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Japan to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Porter Ricks,
The Gories,
The Move,
The Star Department,
Dennis Brown,
Negative Approach,
Rites of Spring,
John Cale,
Sugar Minott,
OOIOO,
The Moleskins,
Black Flag,
U.S. Maple,
Nik Kershaw,
Monolake,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Simply Red,
Crash Course in Science,
The Monochrome Set,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
One Last Wish,
Arcadia,
Agent Orange,
Nick Fraelich,
Niagra,
These Immortal Souls,
Al Stewart,
Chris & Cosey,
Jacob Miller,
The Cure,
Supertramp,
Section 25,
David McCallum,
Panda Bear,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Doors,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gichy Dan,
Shuggie Otis,
Bill Wells,
Banda Bassotti,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joe Smooth,
Spandau Ballet,
The Sound,
The Litter,
The Human League,
Magma,
Prince Buster,
Hardrive,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Warsaw,
Amon Düül,
Bang On A Can,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Slave,
Wings,
Rhythm & Sound,
Anthony Braxton,
Das Ding,
The Angels of Light,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.