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 Burkina and from Mumbai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 ABBA to the punk 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Moebius,
Throbbing Gristle,
Theoretical Girls,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Human League,
Stetsasonic,
Marshall Jefferson,
DNA,
Skaos,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joyce Sims,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Mummies,
Radio Birdman,
Can,
Leonard Cohen,
Sound Behaviour,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tomorrow,
Eric Dolphy,
Rekid,
The Cowsills,
The Music Machine,
The Black Dice,
Guru Guru,
the Germs,
The Golliwogs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The J.B.'s,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Grandmaster Flash,
T. Rex,
Lou Reed,
Reuben Wilson,
Con Funk Shun,
Eve St. Jones,
Sight & Sound,
Tears for Fears,
Metal Thangz,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Altered Images,
New Order,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Motions,
The Angels of Light,
Newcleus,
B.T. Express,
Yusef Lateef,
Brothers Johnson,
Magma,
10cc,
The Slackers,
The Move,
Pharoah Sanders,
Max Romeo,
Yazoo,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.