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 Korea South and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Procol Harum,
Henry Cow,
Tubeway Army,
Amon Düül,
Scrapy,
Shuggie Otis,
The Divine Comedy,
Inner City,
Idris Muhammad,
Crooked Eye,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Harmonia,
Slave,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Invisible,
Animal Collective,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sarah Menescal,
Grauzone,
Livin' Joy,
Cal Tjader,
Toni Rubio,
Vladislav Delay,
The Stooges,
Gichy Dan,
Joey Negro,
Hashim,
Leonard Cohen,
Make Up,
The Associates,
Reagan Youth,
Cecil Taylor,
Josef K,
Adolescents,
kango's stein massive,
Ken Boothe,
Danielle Patucci,
Tears for Fears,
Minor Threat,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
David Bowie,
The Raincoats,
Urselle,
X-102,
Gerry Rafferty,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Boz Scaggs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rosa Yemen,
Eric Dolphy,
Joensuu 1685,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rapeman,
Susan Cadogan,
DJ Style,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rotary Connection,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.