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 Uganda and from Edmonton.
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 Glasgow and Seoul.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Black Moon to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Unwound,
The Cramps,
Cybotron,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Popol Vuh,
The Leaves,
MC5,
Funky Four + One,
Dual Sessions,
B.T. Express,
Lungfish,
Joe Finger,
Erasure,
Bobby Hutcherson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Gun Club,
Camberwell Now,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Slick Rick,
Ituana,
Eurythmics,
The Barracudas,
Soft Cell,
Bill Wells,
Wally Richardson,
Blake Baxter,
Eve St. Jones,
Josef K,
Erykah Badu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kurtis Blow,
David McCallum,
Jeff Lynne,
The Litter,
Ten City,
Pylon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Godley & Creme,
Ronan,
Mr. Review,
Tears for Fears,
Eddi Front,
kango's stein massive,
Schoolly D,
Arthur Verocai,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Coltrane,
The Stooges,
Massinfluence,
The Toasters,
The Victims,
Donny Hathaway,
Whodini,
Ohio Players,
Pantaleimon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
China Crisis,
Sam Rivers,
Black Flag,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.