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 Angola and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ituana 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Nils Olav,
Peter and Kerry,
Roxy Music,
Alton Ellis,
Stiv Bators,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Colin Newman,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Quantec,
Tom Boy,
The Kinks,
Todd Rundgren,
Sonic Youth,
the Swans,
Accadde A,
Joe Smooth,
Q and Not U,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eurythmics,
Mo-Dettes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marc Almond,
Aloha Tigers,
Dead Boys,
Joyce Sims,
Toni Rubio,
The Music Machine,
Lebanon Hanover,
Organ,
Youth Brigade,
The Mojo Men,
The Pop Group,
Donny Hathaway,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Q65,
Tomorrow,
Piero Umiliani,
The Vogues,
Lindisfarne,
June of 44,
The Sound,
Judy Mowatt,
Saccharine Trust,
Byron Stingily,
Lightning Bolt,
Amon Düül,
Pulsallama,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Amazonics,
Juan Atkins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Modern Lovers,
Pere Ubu,
The Slits,
Skaos,
Laurel Aitken,
The Raincoats,
Ohio Players,
Idris Muhammad,
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.