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 Korea North and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Amazonics to the techno 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Bobby Sherman,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bang On A Can,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kurtis Blow,
Technova,
Joyce Sims,
Franke,
Funkadelic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Angels of Light,
AZ,
Mo-Dettes,
Scan 7,
Fat Boys,
Y Pants,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mission of Burma,
Adolescents,
The Moody Blues,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Happenings,
Barbara Tucker,
T. Rex,
Urselle,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sight & Sound,
Marine Girls,
Godley & Creme,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Smoke,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fall,
Mad Mike,
Half Japanese,
Gong,
Cymande,
Charles Mingus,
Animal Collective,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kool Moe Dee,
Grey Daturas,
The Blackbyrds,
Arthur Verocai,
A Flock of Seagulls,
EPMD,
Carl Craig,
Theoretical Girls,
Sandy B,
Eli Mardock,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dead Boys,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Curtis Mayfield,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Prince Buster,
Alison Limerick,
In Retrospect,
Minutemen,
H. Thieme,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.