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 Serbia and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Popol Vuh to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
The Kinks,
Mantronix,
Television,
The Cure,
Saccharine Trust,
Supertramp,
Marc Almond,
Fluxion,
Nik Kershaw,
Organ,
Average White Band,
Cecil Taylor,
The Birthday Party,
Excepter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kayak,
Barbara Tucker,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Barrington Levy,
Soft Cell,
Ronnie Foster,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Names,
The Sonics,
Brand Nubian,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gang Starr,
Delta 5,
DJ Style,
The Slits,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Panda Bear,
Andrew Hill,
Davy DMX,
the Swans,
Suburban Knight,
Tears for Fears,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mission of Burma,
Curtis Mayfield,
June Days,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fugazi,
Black Bananas,
Duran Duran,
The Last Poets,
Fela Kuti,
The Five Americans,
K-Klass,
The Misunderstood,
Todd Terry,
Yazoo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Echospace,
The Cramps,
the Germs,
Infiniti,
Flash Fearless,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Franke,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.