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 Chad and from Philadelphia.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Faraquet to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Royal Trux,
Nas,
Average White Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marc Almond,
Marcia Griffiths,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wasted Youth,
Darondo,
Neu!,
Bang On A Can,
Spandau Ballet,
Porter Ricks,
Duran Duran,
Albert Ayler,
Pussy Galore,
Althea and Donna,
T.S.O.L.,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kool Moe Dee,
Model 500,
Jacques Brel,
Howard Jones,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lou Reed,
Scientists,
Flash Fearless,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Music Machine,
Gabor Szabo,
Mission of Burma,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sound Behaviour,
The Gap Band,
Icehouse,
The Divine Comedy,
Joe Smooth,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tubeway Army,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Visage,
Dual Sessions,
The United States of America,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kerri Chandler,
Slave,
Cluster,
Liliput,
Ken Boothe,
L. Decosne,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pantaleimon,
Motorama,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nirvana,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Vogues,
Echospace,
Bad Manners,
Arthur Verocai,
Mark Hollis,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.