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 Uganda and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer 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 Shoche to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
The Slits,
Animal Collective,
Franke,
Alphaville,
Funky Four + One,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Barbara Tucker,
Pulsallama,
Goldenarms,
Magazine,
ABBA,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Don Cherry,
Girls At Our Best!,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fugs,
Swell Maps,
Excepter,
The Young Rascals,
Inner City,
The Sound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Camouflage,
The Misunderstood,
This Heat,
Panda Bear,
Alison Limerick,
Yazoo,
Amon Düül,
The Blackbyrds,
Malaria!,
Loose Ends,
Avey Tare,
Main Source,
Marshall Jefferson,
Faraquet,
Adolescents,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pagans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Severed Heads,
June Days,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
FM Einheit,
Throbbing Gristle,
Flipper,
Aural Exciters,
R.M.O.,
Black Sheep,
the Soft Cell,
Roger Hodgson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Oblivians,
Kas Product,
Cheater Slicks,
Lower 48,
Connie Case,
Livin' Joy,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Divine Comedy,
Vainqueur,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.