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 Nicaragua and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes 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 The Birthday Party to the electroclash 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
The Smiths,
the Soft Cell,
U.S. Maple,
Can,
The Fuzztones,
Theoretical Girls,
B.T. Express,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Quando Quango,
Faust,
Roxy Music,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jacques Brel,
These Immortal Souls,
Boredoms,
Charles Mingus,
the Bar-Kays,
Grey Daturas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cal Tjader,
The Invisible,
Soul Sonic Force,
Easy Going,
Amon Düül,
The Martian,
Drexciya,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fat Boys,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Cowsills,
Guru Guru,
Suicide,
Neil Young,
Deakin,
Depeche Mode,
Fear,
Quadrant,
Bob Dylan,
Pierre Henry,
Kevin Saunderson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
June of 44,
Ultravox,
Patti Smith,
Howard Jones,
David Bowie,
The Monochrome Set,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nick Fraelich,
Radio Birdman,
Crispy Ambulance,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Television Personalities,
Derrick May,
Roxette,
The Busters,
The Cure,
Traffic Nightmare,
Los Fastidios,
Zero Boys,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.