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 Beijing.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Roxette to the punk 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
John Cale,
The Standells,
Jeru the Damaja,
Panda Bear,
F. McDonald,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lower 48,
Sparks,
Unrelated Segments,
The Neon Judgement,
The Residents,
Warren Ellis,
Ice-T,
Fad Gadget,
The Human League,
Half Japanese,
Lindisfarne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cymande,
Nick Fraelich,
Skriet,
Maleditus Sound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Sonics,
The Seeds,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eddi Front,
Drive Like Jehu,
Make Up,
Robert Hood,
Newcleus,
Wolf Eyes,
The Durutti Column,
The Dead C,
The Leaves,
Robert Görl,
Guru Guru,
Inner City,
Be Bop Deluxe,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scott Walker,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dark Day,
The Gories,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobby Womack,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Faust,
Johnny Clarke,
OOIOO,
Don Cherry,
Severed Heads,
Harmonia,
Janne Schatter,
Wasted Youth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
James White and The Blacks,
Groovy Waters,
Alphaville,
Ludus,
Alison Limerick,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.