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 Mauritius and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord 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 Eden Ahbez to the punk 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Sex Pistols,
Mark Hollis,
The Monochrome Set,
Unwound,
Masters at Work,
Spandau Ballet,
Minny Pops,
the Bar-Kays,
Sun City Girls,
Rod Modell,
The Fire Engines,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Dual Sessions,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Cale,
Ken Boothe,
Bush Tetras,
Piero Umiliani,
Infiniti,
The Blackbyrds,
Nas,
The Black Dice,
Crooked Eye,
Lalann,
The Fortunes,
Bootsy Collins,
Dark Day,
Easy Going,
Bad Manners,
The Selecter,
Adolescents,
Skaos,
Reagan Youth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Al Stewart,
The Gap Band,
Ronan,
Nico,
Camberwell Now,
The Index,
Icehouse,
Peter & Gordon,
The Raincoats,
Quantec,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Model 500,
Matthew Bourne,
Ohio Players,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Moebius,
Deadbeat,
Whodini,
Wolf Eyes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
KRS-One,
Nick Fraelich,
The Litter,
Roy Ayers,
Joe Finger,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.