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 Kiribati and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Aloha Tigers 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
ABBA,
Chris Corsano,
Joensuu 1685,
The Dave Clark Five,
Howard Jones,
Black Flag,
Schoolly D,
The J.B.'s,
Outsiders,
John Holt,
Sight & Sound,
the Bar-Kays,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Monks,
The Dirtbombs,
CMW,
Sällskapet,
Monolake,
Panda Bear,
This Heat,
Man Parrish,
Alton Ellis,
Harry Pussy,
Hoover,
Derrick May,
Nirvana,
Grauzone,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
8 Eyed Spy,
Delta 5,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Essential Logic,
Gong,
The Names,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ponytail,
Audionom,
Soulsonic Force,
D'Angelo,
The Slits,
T.S.O.L.,
Gang Green,
DNA,
Rotary Connection,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Franke,
The Sonics,
Bill Near,
Boz Scaggs,
Alphaville,
The Gladiators,
Ten City,
Erykah Badu,
Electric Prunes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Trojans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.