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 Ghana 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin 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 Althea and Donna to the grime 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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Rod Modell,
The Star Department,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roger Hodgson,
June Days,
Gang of Four,
Circle Jerks,
Simply Red,
Gang Starr,
The Human League,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fela Kuti,
The Black Dice,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Avey Tare,
Kenny Larkin,
The Knickerbockers,
Lakeside,
Bobby Sherman,
Cameo,
Dave Gahan,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wings,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bill Near,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Monks,
Dark Day,
Quando Quango,
Accadde A,
Jerry's Kids,
Sarah Menescal,
The Moleskins,
The Motions,
Pierre Henry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Yaz,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Minnie Riperton,
Funky Four + One,
Whodini,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
New York Dolls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ossler,
The New Christs,
Panda Bear,
the Swans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Television,
Idris Muhammad,
Sparks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lightning Bolt,
The Sonics,
Au Pairs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.