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 Kiribati and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Mandrill to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Black Moon,
Hot Snakes,
The Associates,
Intrusion,
Jeff Lynne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eve St. Jones,
Alphaville,
Jacques Brel,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Yazoo,
Shoche,
Bad Manners,
Kevin Saunderson,
U.S. Maple,
The Kinks,
Crash Course in Science,
Rotary Connection,
Radiopuhelimet,
Niagra,
Stiv Bators,
ABC,
Gong,
Bill Near,
Agitation Free,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dave Gahan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Evens,
The Doors,
Jerry's Kids,
Arthur Verocai,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Smoke,
MC5,
Yusef Lateef,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fad Gadget,
Eddi Front,
Donald Byrd,
The Moody Blues,
Bootsy Collins,
Cymande,
Lou Reed,
Crime,
AZ,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Saints,
Section 25,
Ponytail,
Dual Sessions,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lightning Bolt,
Crispy Ambulance,
LL Cool J,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roy Ayers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Monolake,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Goldenarms,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.