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 Rwanda and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord 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 Alice Coltrane to the funk 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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
DJ Style,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eric Copeland,
Fugazi,
Stetsasonic,
Bizarre Inc.,
Harry Pussy,
Fela Kuti,
Tres Demented,
The Cowsills,
Kayak,
Erasure,
JFA,
The Real Kids,
LL Cool J,
Danielle Patucci,
The Gun Club,
Lindisfarne,
Cameo,
Babytalk,
Morten Harket,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Negative Approach,
Youth Brigade,
ABBA,
Crooked Eye,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Franke,
Steve Hackett,
Wire,
The Toasters,
Monolake,
The Moody Blues,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Donny Hathaway,
The Barracudas,
The Move,
The Leaves,
The Modern Lovers,
Soul II Soul,
The Knickerbockers,
Bluetip,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Normal,
Robert Hood,
Simply Red,
Matthew Halsall,
Avey Tare,
Tropical Tobacco,
Faraquet,
Stiv Bators,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dead Boys,
Man Parrish,
Tom Boy,
Nik Kershaw,
Suburban Knight,
Pulsallama,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.