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 Denmark and from Jakarta.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Jacques Brel to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Letta Mbulu,
Harmonia,
Aural Exciters,
Ponytail,
The Residents,
Soft Machine,
Hashim,
Nik Kershaw,
These Immortal Souls,
Wings,
Faust,
Clear Light,
The Associates,
Y Pants,
The New Christs,
Marvin Gaye,
the Germs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Quadrant,
Tears for Fears,
Country Teasers,
Eli Mardock,
Japan,
The Durutti Column,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soft Cell,
Rekid,
Qualms,
The Beau Brummels,
Groovy Waters,
The Last Poets,
Vladislav Delay,
The Standells,
The Slackers,
The Motions,
The Evens,
LL Cool J,
Minor Threat,
Model 500,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Misunderstood,
Swell Maps,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Moon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Bananas,
Q and Not U,
The Black Dice,
Lakeside,
Soulsonic Force,
Lucky Dragons,
Das Ding,
Donny Hathaway,
The Remains,
Bad Manners,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gang of Four,
Gastr Del Sol,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Black Pus,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.