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 Palau and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
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 mellotron 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 Erasure to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scan 7,
Rosa Yemen,
Shuggie Otis,
Au Pairs,
Fluxion,
Model 500,
Flipper,
The Doors,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Sonics,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eve St. Jones,
Quadrant,
Easy Going,
Danielle Patucci,
Laurel Aitken,
Connie Case,
Eurythmics,
Minutemen,
Gong,
The Beau Brummels,
Reuben Wilson,
The Motions,
Absolute Body Control,
The Real Kids,
Suicide,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fire Engines,
Fat Boys,
The Associates,
Spoonie Gee,
Boredoms,
48th St. Collective,
Jandek,
Arthur Verocai,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
MC5,
Qualms,
Aswad,
Sexual Harrassment,
Minnie Riperton,
Cecil Taylor,
H. Thieme,
Juan Atkins,
La Düsseldorf,
Goldenarms,
Erykah Badu,
Sarah Menescal,
Bronski Beat,
Supertramp,
Siglo XX,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wire,
Sonic Youth,
The Tremeloes,
Black Sheep,
The Electric Prunes,
Minny Pops,
Warren Ellis,
Anthony Braxton,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.