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 Fiji and from Manila.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the grime 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Scan 7,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Young Marble Giants,
Wire,
Interpol,
Morten Harket,
The Mummies,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
A Certain Ratio,
Quadrant,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bill Near,
Smog,
The Fuzztones,
X-102,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eve St. Jones,
Brick,
The Toasters,
The Real Kids,
The Gladiators,
T. Rex,
Roy Ayers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Zero Boys,
Danielle Patucci,
Kool Moe Dee,
Laurel Aitken,
Patti Smith,
Q65,
Blossom Toes,
KRS-One,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sonic Youth,
Agitation Free,
Brand Nubian,
AZ,
DJ Sneak,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Walker Brothers,
Rosa Yemen,
The New Christs,
Malaria!,
Mad Mike,
The Moody Blues,
The Dirtbombs,
Cymande,
Intrusion,
Aaron Thompson,
Buzzcocks,
Bush Tetras,
Little Man,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pylon,
Donny Hathaway,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Peter and Kerry,
Jeff Lynne,
The Skatalites,
Glambeats Corp.,
X-Ray Spex,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.