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 Madagascar and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Beau Brummels to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Jerry's Kids,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bootsy Collins,
Magma,
Silicon Teens,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Gap Band,
Minny Pops,
Moebius,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Victims,
Marmalade,
Marvin Gaye,
Interpol,
Iggy Pop,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Brand Nubian,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Model 500,
The Mojo Men,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Das Ding,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Toni Rubio,
Aural Exciters,
Absolute Body Control,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Gladiators,
Max Romeo,
The Searchers,
DNA,
Freddie Wadling,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tommy Roe,
Moby Grape,
Chris Corsano,
Jeff Mills,
Big Daddy Kane,
Youth Brigade,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Trojans,
Michelle Simonal,
Slick Rick,
Rufus Thomas,
Rosa Yemen,
R.M.O.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Kinks,
Al Stewart,
Visage,
Supertramp,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Smiths,
Underground Resistance,
Gerry Rafferty,
Johnny Clarke,
La Düsseldorf,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.