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 United States and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Japan to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Roxette,
Franke,
Scratch Acid,
China Crisis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Flash Fearless,
The Trojans,
Scientists,
Jacques Brel,
Leonard Cohen,
Oblivians,
The Birthday Party,
Jerry's Kids,
Cheater Slicks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Urselle,
Little Man,
the Human League,
Kayak,
Angry Samoans,
The Count Five,
The Neon Judgement,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ponytail,
Tim Buckley,
Essential Logic,
The Cramps,
Mo-Dettes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Television,
Deakin,
Sam Rivers,
The Divine Comedy,
Surgeon,
Agitation Free,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Robert Wyatt,
Iggy Pop,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sound Behaviour,
Todd Rundgren,
Crispian St. Peters,
Harry Pussy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Move,
Boredoms,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
48th St. Collective,
Negative Approach,
Panda Bear,
Thompson Twins,
Sparks,
Monks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bang On A Can,
The Fuzztones,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ten City,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.