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 Tonga and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator 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 Anakelly to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Marvin Gaye,
Duran Duran,
Rufus Thomas,
The Moleskins,
the Germs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mandrill,
Sugar Minott,
Black Moon,
Nico,
In Retrospect,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
These Immortal Souls,
Albert Ayler,
Whodini,
Visage,
Flamin' Groovies,
Leonard Cohen,
Scratch Acid,
Vainqueur,
the Bar-Kays,
Todd Rundgren,
Soulsonic Force,
Fluxion,
Tom Boy,
Dead Boys,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Radio Birdman,
Country Teasers,
Sun City Girls,
Roy Ayers,
Blake Baxter,
The Last Poets,
Skarface,
The New Christs,
The Tremeloes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Robert Wyatt,
Ohio Players,
The Pretty Things,
The Mojo Men,
Moss Icon,
Index,
The Kinks,
Monks,
Jeff Lynne,
Zero Boys,
Zapp,
Connie Case,
Sarah Menescal,
The Litter,
Amon Düül,
The Motions,
Basic Channel,
Bang On A Can,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Aaron Thompson,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.