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 Zambia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ 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 Simply Red 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish 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?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jandek,
Don Cherry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Associates,
Boredoms,
Essential Logic,
Radiohead,
Fat Boys,
cv313,
Lou Reed,
Fad Gadget,
Grandmaster Flash,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Smoke,
The Neon Judgement,
Q and Not U,
Slave,
X-102,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rufus Thomas,
Marmalade,
Siglo XX,
Boz Scaggs,
Shoche,
kango's stein massive,
Ludus,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Aloha Tigers,
Roxette,
Ten City,
The Modern Lovers,
Eddi Front,
L. Decosne,
Morten Harket,
The Monks,
Royal Trux,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dennis Brown,
Thompson Twins,
The Pop Group,
Jeff Mills,
Pet Shop Boys,
OOIOO,
Pagans,
The Buckinghams,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Reagan Youth,
the Swans,
the Germs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pantytec,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rapeman,
Graham Central Station,
Eric Copeland,
DJ Sneak,
The Move,
The Young Rascals,
Donny Hathaway,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.