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 Switzerland and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Sixth Finger to the rock 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
kango's stein massive,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soul Sonic Force,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Intrusion,
Duran Duran,
UT,
John Lydon,
Niagra,
Gastr Del Sol,
Model 500,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Carl Craig,
Saccharine Trust,
Main Source,
Prince Buster,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Association,
Rufus Thomas,
Marc Almond,
Unrelated Segments,
Yellowson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Dead C,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Litter,
Leonard Cohen,
Porter Ricks,
The Associates,
Television,
The Index,
The Red Krayola,
Procol Harum,
Newcleus,
Infiniti,
Curtis Mayfield,
Spoonie Gee,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gang Green,
Aaron Thompson,
Sarah Menescal,
Janne Schatter,
Swans,
Urselle,
Tres Demented,
Mo-Dettes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Charles Mingus,
Jerry's Kids,
The Vogues,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Searchers,
Steve Hackett,
The Misunderstood,
Mantronix,
Nik Kershaw,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.