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 Bolivia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron 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 Crispian St. Peters to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Bluetip,
Arcadia,
the Sonics,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jeff Lynne,
The Index,
Lou Reed,
Matthew Bourne,
Infiniti,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gichy Dan,
Crime,
Grey Daturas,
Archie Shepp,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Unwound,
Index,
Rotary Connection,
Slave,
Soft Cell,
The Human League,
Kevin Saunderson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Ludus,
Clear Light,
Max Romeo,
Tommy Roe,
Todd Rundgren,
These Immortal Souls,
Kayak,
Fela Kuti,
Ronan,
Gabor Szabo,
Howard Jones,
June Days,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Blake Baxter,
H. Thieme,
Cal Tjader,
Suicide,
Nico,
Accadde A,
JFA,
Sexual Harrassment,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Smiths,
Talk Talk,
Roger Hodgson,
Ten City,
Jeff Mills,
Animal Collective,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bill Near,
Quantec,
The Cowsills,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Selecter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.