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 Macedonia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lungfish to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Whodini,
JFA,
Hasil Adkins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Five Americans,
The Fuzztones,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ponytail,
Oblivians,
Black Sheep,
a-ha,
Tubeway Army,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Dirtbombs,
Carl Craig,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fad Gadget,
Cybotron,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Au Pairs,
Buzzcocks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Blancmange,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Can,
X-101,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ten City,
Derrick Morgan,
Sam Rivers,
June Days,
Subhumans,
Q and Not U,
Lightning Bolt,
DJ Sneak,
The Blackbyrds,
Kerri Chandler,
Electric Light Orchestra,
ABBA,
The Index,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Popol Vuh,
Franke,
Peter and Kerry,
Deadbeat,
Amon Düül II,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lakeside,
The Knickerbockers,
The Kinks,
Jacob Miller,
Easy Going,
Unrelated Segments,
Pantytec,
Niagra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Country Teasers,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.