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 Gabon and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 DNA to the funk 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
The Toasters,
The Misunderstood,
Mary Jane Girls,
Robert Wyatt,
Ten City,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sällskapet,
Pulsallama,
Mr. Review,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Malaria!,
Pantytec,
Blancmange,
The Birthday Party,
Black Flag,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scott Walker,
The Happenings,
Joey Negro,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Vladislav Delay,
Barbara Tucker,
The Smoke,
Harmonia,
Bluetip,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Gories,
Soft Cell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Aloha Tigers,
Livin' Joy,
Funky Four + One,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roy Ayers,
The American Breed,
Marc Almond,
Eden Ahbez,
The Sonics,
Half Japanese,
Interpol,
K-Klass,
Crime,
Angry Samoans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Patti Smith,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobby Byrd,
Supertramp,
Minnie Riperton,
The Gladiators,
James Chance & The Contortions,
L. Decosne,
Negative Approach,
Wolf Eyes,
Pylon,
Skarface,
David McCallum,
the Slits,
The Motions,
Intrusion,
Lebanon Hanover,
Guru Guru,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.