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 the UAE and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin 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 Laurel Aitken to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
The Misunderstood,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
D'Angelo,
Tubeway Army,
Arab on Radar,
Michelle Simonal,
Jawbox,
Gerry Rafferty,
Unrelated Segments,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Deakin,
Anakelly,
Pierre Henry,
Sight & Sound,
Arthur Verocai,
Ice-T,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
DNA,
Crash Course in Science,
Depeche Mode,
The Fugs,
Schoolly D,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Coltrane,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Flipper,
Swell Maps,
Rosa Yemen,
Scrapy,
Ultravox,
Essential Logic,
The Raincoats,
Wasted Youth,
Camouflage,
Jeff Mills,
Saccharine Trust,
Iggy Pop,
Sun Ra,
Mantronix,
The Moody Blues,
Q65,
Blancmange,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ornette Coleman,
The Associates,
Grey Daturas,
The Pop Group,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rotary Connection,
Joensuu 1685,
Monks,
The Young Rascals,
Zero Boys,
U.S. Maple,
Bush Tetras,
Scion,
Juan Atkins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.