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 Dominica and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Michael McDonald 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 Skaos to the rock 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Spandau Ballet,
The Flesh Eaters,
Newcleus,
The Golliwogs,
Janne Schatter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Zeros,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Flipper,
Michelle Simonal,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Vladislav Delay,
DNA,
Tres Demented,
The Techniques,
Khruangbin,
Procol Harum,
Letta Mbulu,
Bush Tetras,
The Cure,
Index,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Birthday Party,
Banda Bassotti,
Barrington Levy,
Lyres,
The Moody Blues,
Althea and Donna,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Blake Baxter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sonny Sharrock,
Monks,
The Victims,
Metal Thangz,
Icehouse,
Radiohead,
Main Source,
Tom Boy,
Second Layer,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Erykah Badu,
Ponytail,
U.S. Maple,
Faraquet,
Absolute Body Control,
Warsaw,
Symarip,
Avey Tare,
Tim Buckley,
T. Rex,
The Grass Roots,
The Searchers,
The Gap Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Tomorrow,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
DJ Style,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.