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 Micronesia 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Smoke to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Marshall Jefferson,
Aloha Tigers,
Robert Görl,
This Heat,
The Neon Judgement,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Victims,
Joe Smooth,
Zapp,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
FM Einheit,
The Human League,
Hashim,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Outsiders,
Dark Day,
Tears for Fears,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Angels of Light,
Animal Collective,
The Pretty Things,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Danielle Patucci,
Electric Light Orchestra,
X-102,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
MDC,
The Mummies,
The Kinks,
Leonard Cohen,
The Skatalites,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lalann,
Slick Rick,
La Düsseldorf,
UT,
Television,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobby Byrd,
Pulsallama,
Shuggie Otis,
Tubeway Army,
Swans,
Gang Green,
Warren Ellis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Los Fastidios,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scott Walker,
Jacques Brel,
Subhumans,
Minnie Riperton,
Juan Atkins,
Ultravox,
Reuben Wilson,
Piero Umiliani,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.