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 Switzerland and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Minnie Riperton to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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 Slackers,
CMW,
The Fuzztones,
The Seeds,
The Index,
Roger Hodgson,
Minor Threat,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lungfish,
Heaven 17,
Simply Red,
Nico,
Pylon,
Eric Dolphy,
Livin' Joy,
Urselle,
T. Rex,
Y Pants,
Hashim,
the Normal,
Young Marble Giants,
Joe Finger,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Foxx,
Hot Snakes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eurythmics,
Maurizio,
The Electric Prunes,
Suicide,
Black Pus,
The Sonics,
Rod Modell,
Sonic Youth,
The Blues Magoos,
Lightning Bolt,
the Slits,
K-Klass,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Evens,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pulsallama,
The Golliwogs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Funkadelic,
Dawn Penn,
Malaria!,
Jerry's Kids,
Nation of Ulysses,
Royal Trux,
John Coltrane,
Althea and Donna,
Kayak,
Soft Cell,
Technova,
Gong,
the Swans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Soft Machine,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.