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 Pakistan and from Manchester.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Animal Collective to the disco 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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Reuben Wilson,
Brass Construction,
Chris & Cosey,
The Blues Magoos,
David Bowie,
Henry Cow,
Kas Product,
Amon Düül II,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bauhaus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Infiniti,
Newcleus,
The Electric Prunes,
Harmonia,
Arab on Radar,
Main Source,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Human League,
Accadde A,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
E-Dancer,
The Human League,
X-Ray Spex,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Zeros,
Pere Ubu,
New Age Steppers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobby Sherman,
the Germs,
Stereo Dub,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crime,
Japan,
Heaven 17,
Nils Olav,
Skriet,
Lalann,
Von Mondo,
Sandy B,
Robert Wyatt,
The Raincoats,
Lucky Dragons,
Zapp,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Piero Umiliani,
Ice-T,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Busters,
Swans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.