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 Laos 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Patti Smith to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Ronan,
Skaos,
Lower 48,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cheater Slicks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Henry Cow,
Connie Case,
Barrington Levy,
Radio Birdman,
Malaria!,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scion,
Rites of Spring,
Bill Near,
Nirvana,
Flipper,
New Age Steppers,
This Heat,
PIL,
T.S.O.L.,
FM Einheit,
Gil Scott Heron,
Barbara Tucker,
Lucky Dragons,
The Cure,
Motorama,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
June Days,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Selecter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Albert Ayler,
These Immortal Souls,
James White and The Blacks,
Blossom Toes,
Visage,
The Detroit Cobras,
Underground Resistance,
Bronski Beat,
The Litter,
Juan Atkins,
Jacob Miller,
L. Decosne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nas,
Erykah Badu,
Interpol,
Kerri Chandler,
Kenny Larkin,
Intrusion,
Althea and Donna,
Gang of Four,
The Toasters,
Lindisfarne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Oneida,
Rapeman,
Khruangbin,
Flash Fearless,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.