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 Somalia and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Lou Reed 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 Tubeway Army to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
K-Klass,
Al Stewart,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fire Engines,
Parry Music,
Young Marble Giants,
A Flock of Seagulls,
X-101,
Urselle,
Bronski Beat,
F. McDonald,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pagans,
Depeche Mode,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nirvana,
Gichy Dan,
Gang of Four,
Essential Logic,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mad Mike,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roxy Music,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fugs,
T.S.O.L.,
The Monochrome Set,
Dark Day,
Icehouse,
The Gap Band,
Babytalk,
Laurel Aitken,
John Coltrane,
ABC,
Rosa Yemen,
Kerrie Biddell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Subhumans,
Blake Baxter,
Fad Gadget,
Barbara Tucker,
Minny Pops,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
June Days,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Morten Harket,
Bang On A Can,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sällskapet,
Donald Byrd,
The Birthday Party,
The Grass Roots,
Crispian St. Peters,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Toasters,
Joey Negro,
Stiv Bators,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.