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 Iceland and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Morten Harket 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Throbbing Gristle,
Angry Samoans,
Basic Channel,
Joe Smooth,
David Axelrod,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fat Boys,
The Vogues,
Rufus Thomas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Monolake,
The Doors,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wings,
Con Funk Shun,
Absolute Body Control,
Funkadelic,
Wolf Eyes,
The Happenings,
Sixth Finger,
One Last Wish,
Robert Görl,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Howard Jones,
Piero Umiliani,
Scientists,
Erykah Badu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Skaos,
Idris Muhammad,
Dead Boys,
Scion,
Mary Jane Girls,
Harmonia,
Pantaleimon,
Mr. Review,
Fugazi,
Amon Düül II,
Whodini,
Patti Smith,
The Moody Blues,
Arthur Verocai,
Glenn Branca,
D'Angelo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lightning Bolt,
Eric B and Rakim,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Flesh Eaters,
Liliput,
Excepter,
Sonic Youth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kerrie Biddell,
The United States of America,
Kayak,
Letta Mbulu,
Stockholm Monsters,
Siglo XX,
Colin Newman,
Radiohead,
8 Eyed Spy,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.