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 San Marino and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Harmonia 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
MDC,
Tommy Roe,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Josef K,
La Düsseldorf,
The Cure,
John Foxx,
Y Pants,
Minor Threat,
Marvin Gaye,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
L. Decosne,
Fela Kuti,
Nick Fraelich,
Lightning Bolt,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Detroit Cobras,
Erasure,
Franke,
Essential Logic,
The Red Krayola,
Soul II Soul,
Minutemen,
Swell Maps,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joey Negro,
Talk Talk,
Tim Buckley,
China Crisis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Normal,
Royal Trux,
Bobby Sherman,
Ornette Coleman,
The Velvet Underground,
Mars,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kenny Larkin,
Isaac Hayes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nik Kershaw,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
CMW,
Cheater Slicks,
The Buckinghams,
The Stooges,
Chrome,
Eve St. Jones,
Marcia Griffiths,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Slackers,
Bob Dylan,
Peter & Gordon,
New York Dolls,
10cc,
Jacques Brel,
Shoche,
The Happenings,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crash Course in Science,
Gichy Dan,
Babytalk,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.