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 Sudan and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
One Last Wish,
The Litter,
Interpol,
Monolake,
Althea and Donna,
Ornette Coleman,
Unrelated Segments,
Grey Daturas,
Sex Pistols,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Moon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Newcleus,
Gong,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Goldenarms,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scion,
The Young Rascals,
The Grass Roots,
Das Ding,
Magazine,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Stetsasonic,
Lyres,
Mantronix,
Gichy Dan,
Soulsonic Force,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Al Stewart,
D'Angelo,
The Walker Brothers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
a-ha,
Marmalade,
Kas Product,
Radio Birdman,
Susan Cadogan,
Danielle Patucci,
Section 25,
Johnny Clarke,
DJ Sneak,
Kaleidoscope,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Index,
Henry Cow,
Sarah Menescal,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Barracudas,
This Heat,
Von Mondo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Gap Band,
The Residents,
The Durutti Column,
The Zeros,
The Smoke,
Fugazi,
Reagan Youth,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.