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 Paraguay and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Desert Stars to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Joensuu 1685,
Symarip,
Angry Samoans,
H. Thieme,
Porter Ricks,
Morten Harket,
Supertramp,
Groovy Waters,
The Mojo Men,
kango's stein massive,
Junior Murvin,
Nick Fraelich,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Circle Jerks,
Darondo,
Dark Day,
Patti Smith,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marine Girls,
John Lydon,
Masters at Work,
Flash Fearless,
Altered Images,
The Walker Brothers,
Max Romeo,
The Last Poets,
Cecil Taylor,
Wasted Youth,
Ken Boothe,
Alton Ellis,
Hashim,
Danielle Patucci,
Sun City Girls,
Qualms,
Lou Christie,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Vogues,
Pierre Henry,
Monks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scratch Acid,
Animal Collective,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Grey Daturas,
Panda Bear,
Fat Boys,
Fela Kuti,
Bobby Womack,
Subhumans,
The Birthday Party,
Gang Gang Dance,
James White and The Blacks,
The Motions,
The United States of America,
Soul II Soul,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kerri Chandler,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.