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 Malta and from Johannesburg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Wake to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Nirvana,
Dorothy Ashby,
B.T. Express,
Inner City,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jeff Lynne,
Delta 5,
Mandrill,
Al Stewart,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
DJ Sneak,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Barracudas,
Heaven 17,
Marmalade,
Steve Hackett,
Pierre Henry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kaleidoscope,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Dead C,
Dark Day,
Smog,
Wolf Eyes,
Fad Gadget,
Iggy Pop,
Circle Jerks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Residents,
Lower 48,
The Doors,
Aaron Thompson,
Qualms,
David Axelrod,
UT,
Little Man,
The Saints,
Oblivians,
Terry Callier,
Porter Ricks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Five Americans,
The Cowsills,
Robert Wyatt,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pere Ubu,
Joy Division,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cure,
Ronnie Foster,
Lungfish,
The Red Krayola,
Black Bananas,
Girls At Our Best!,
Panda Bear,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Average White Band,
Crime,
The Fire Engines,
The Gun Club,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.