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 Germany and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Siglo XX to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
The Monks,
Dave Gahan,
Animal Collective,
Minny Pops,
Blake Baxter,
Soul II Soul,
Cecil Taylor,
Cluster,
Quantec,
the Germs,
Steve Hackett,
Au Pairs,
Judy Mowatt,
Severed Heads,
Suburban Knight,
Panda Bear,
Ituana,
The Birthday Party,
Arcadia,
Ultra Naté,
Slick Rick,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Half Japanese,
Organ,
Bill Near,
Black Moon,
Warsaw,
kango's stein massive,
The Angels of Light,
Eurythmics,
Dark Day,
Wally Richardson,
Tubeway Army,
the Human League,
Kayak,
Todd Terry,
Charles Mingus,
Harry Pussy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Young Marble Giants,
Wasted Youth,
Leonard Cohen,
Nas,
Minutemen,
Gong,
Ludus,
Fat Boys,
Tomorrow,
Ohio Players,
Pole,
Kenny Larkin,
Guru Guru,
The Gap Band,
Cal Tjader,
Joe Finger,
The Moleskins,
Monks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rites of Spring,
Juan Atkins,
T. Rex,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.