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 Netherlands and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Index to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nik Kershaw,
the Swans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
It's A Beautiful Day,
New Age Steppers,
Godley & Creme,
The Golliwogs,
Todd Terry,
Accadde A,
ABC,
Lou Christie,
Sun City Girls,
The Modern Lovers,
KRS-One,
Peter & Gordon,
the Soft Cell,
Infiniti,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Agitation Free,
Circle Jerks,
T.S.O.L.,
Qualms,
Roger Hodgson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Intrusion,
Echospace,
Model 500,
Nirvana,
The Cramps,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
David Bowie,
The Remains,
Morten Harket,
Gang Gang Dance,
June Days,
The Sonics,
The Standells,
The Cure,
Lower 48,
Fugazi,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dave Gahan,
L. Decosne,
Terry Callier,
Alphaville,
The Wake,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
H. Thieme,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Human League,
Boredoms,
Simply Red,
Harry Pussy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.