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 Liechtenstein and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 The Divine Comedy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
The Knickerbockers,
Byron Stingily,
10cc,
Bush Tetras,
R.M.O.,
The Fortunes,
Crime,
Alphaville,
The Human League,
Simply Red,
Thompson Twins,
The Barracudas,
The Birthday Party,
Nick Fraelich,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Modern Lovers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Slackers,
The Blues Magoos,
Grauzone,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mo-Dettes,
AZ,
Joey Negro,
The Fugs,
Wolf Eyes,
The Offenders,
Ultravox,
Infiniti,
Cameo,
The Durutti Column,
The Neon Judgement,
Icehouse,
Babytalk,
Pere Ubu,
Dark Day,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Moleskins,
Y Pants,
Johnny Clarke,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Barry Ungar,
Newcleus,
Minny Pops,
Harpers Bizarre,
Accadde A,
Minor Threat,
ABC,
Scion,
Ornette Coleman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Franke,
Idris Muhammad,
Howard Jones,
Arcadia,
Isaac Hayes,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.