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 Poland and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord 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 Pussy Galore to the funk 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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Kas Product,
The Real Kids,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jeff Mills,
The Zeros,
Siglo XX,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marine Girls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sun Ra,
Eric Dolphy,
Wally Richardson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roxette,
Maurizio,
Hot Snakes,
The Human League,
Clear Light,
Steve Hackett,
Max Romeo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Minnie Riperton,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Boredoms,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tears for Fears,
U.S. Maple,
Cheater Slicks,
Funky Four + One,
Zapp,
Al Stewart,
Jacob Miller,
The Barracudas,
Smog,
Thompson Twins,
Blancmange,
Joyce Sims,
Reagan Youth,
Glambeats Corp.,
Groovy Waters,
Charles Mingus,
June of 44,
Section 25,
Moebius,
Unwound,
The Residents,
The Cramps,
Eddi Front,
Bauhaus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Y Pants,
Peter and Kerry,
The Index,
Amazonics,
Lightning Bolt,
Sex Pistols,
The Pop Group,
A Certain Ratio,
Altered Images,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.