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 Finland and from Copenhagen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Con Funk Shun to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Bizarre Inc.,
Icehouse,
Frankie Knuckles,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Heaven 17,
Fluxion,
Brothers Johnson,
Deakin,
Scratch Acid,
The Moody Blues,
Anthony Braxton,
The Doobie Brothers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Residents,
The Invisible,
Deadbeat,
Blossom Toes,
Minor Threat,
Accadde A,
Pere Ubu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
E-Dancer,
Mark Hollis,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobby Byrd,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Television Personalities,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
One Last Wish,
X-Ray Spex,
Khruangbin,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Aswad,
Eve St. Jones,
Grey Daturas,
Television,
The Divine Comedy,
Malaria!,
T. Rex,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Red Krayola,
Organ,
Al Stewart,
Neu!,
The Fire Engines,
Agitation Free,
Donald Byrd,
The Electric Prunes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Easy Going,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crispian St. Peters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.