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 Dominican Republic and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord 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 Godley & Creme to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pylon,
Yellowson,
Swans,
Hasil Adkins,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tres Demented,
The Knickerbockers,
Minutemen,
Delta 5,
Alton Ellis,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pole,
The Busters,
Desert Stars,
Loose Ends,
Erasure,
Juan Atkins,
Glenn Branca,
Barclay James Harvest,
Qualms,
Big Daddy Kane,
Quadrant,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Adolescents,
Scientists,
Matthew Bourne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wire,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dual Sessions,
Deepchord,
Gregory Isaacs,
Deadbeat,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bill Wells,
The Pop Group,
Buzzcocks,
Toni Rubio,
The Skatalites,
The Black Dice,
The Dead C,
Black Flag,
Mission of Burma,
Crash Course in Science,
Bob Dylan,
Sam Rivers,
Deakin,
Freddie Wadling,
kango's stein massive,
The Divine Comedy,
Marvin Gaye,
Marine Girls,
Das Ding,
Mantronix,
Blake Baxter,
Eric Dolphy,
Howard Jones,
Altered Images,
Scratch Acid,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.