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 Equatorial Guinea and from Lille.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Moebius to the electroclash 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Cure,
Morten Harket,
Scrapy,
Excepter,
The Birthday Party,
James White and The Blacks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wings,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Panda Bear,
Colin Newman,
The Young Rascals,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sandy B,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
E-Dancer,
Ronan,
the Fania All-Stars,
New York Dolls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
cv313,
Marmalade,
Funkadelic,
The Techniques,
Black Bananas,
Jesper Dahlback,
Connie Case,
Cal Tjader,
Flamin' Groovies,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
David Axelrod,
Bobby Sherman,
Aswad,
Circle Jerks,
Sun Ra,
Minutemen,
Barclay James Harvest,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Flesh Eaters,
Arthur Verocai,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bang On A Can,
Aural Exciters,
Bad Manners,
D'Angelo,
Bush Tetras,
Unrelated Segments,
Terry Callier,
Flipper,
The New Christs,
Negative Approach,
Main Source,
The Smiths,
Sexual Harrassment,
Los Fastidios,
Fugazi,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.