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 Seychelles 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord 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 Bauhaus to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eric Dolphy,
Scion,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Slits,
Black Bananas,
Susan Cadogan,
Subhumans,
Fat Boys,
Index,
Yazoo,
John Cale,
Negative Approach,
The Doobie Brothers,
Thompson Twins,
Goldenarms,
Can,
Funkadelic,
Saccharine Trust,
The Move,
John Lydon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Animal Collective,
Toni Rubio,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Half Japanese,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobby Sherman,
Kenny Larkin,
Dawn Penn,
Siglo XX,
Ronan,
the Normal,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eurythmics,
The Names,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fear,
Icehouse,
Bill Near,
Quantec,
Bang On A Can,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tim Buckley,
Intrusion,
Chrome,
Zero Boys,
The Real Kids,
Don Cherry,
Shoche,
Tubeway Army,
Sandy B,
Crime,
Aaron Thompson,
Urselle,
Ten City,
The Detroit Cobras,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.