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 Swaziland and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Dawn Penn 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
The Stooges,
Gichy Dan,
Spandau Ballet,
The Beau Brummels,
Simply Red,
Von Mondo,
Wally Richardson,
The Cure,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nik Kershaw,
the Germs,
Slick Rick,
Flipper,
Iggy Pop,
Sällskapet,
E-Dancer,
Nick Fraelich,
Roxy Music,
Ten City,
Black Pus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
48th St. Collective,
Thompson Twins,
Crash Course in Science,
Model 500,
T. Rex,
Mark Hollis,
The Remains,
The Dead C,
Sixth Finger,
The Martian,
Average White Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Dark Day,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Human League,
Eric B and Rakim,
Television Personalities,
Cluster,
Skarface,
Todd Terry,
Warsaw,
Au Pairs,
Albert Ayler,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Monolake,
Barclay James Harvest,
Robert Wyatt,
The Litter,
Hardrive,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Aaron Thompson,
Trumans Water,
Inner City,
Joensuu 1685,
the Association,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Grauzone,
The Star Department,
T.S.O.L.,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.