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 Ecuador and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Leonard Cohen,
The Selecter,
Soft Machine,
Eddi Front,
Public Enemy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fall,
Letta Mbulu,
Flash Fearless,
Cybotron,
The Young Rascals,
Icehouse,
DNA,
Sight & Sound,
Faust,
Groovy Waters,
The Searchers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Swans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sixth Finger,
Ludus,
Sandy B,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eve St. Jones,
Tom Boy,
Cecil Taylor,
48th St. Collective,
Dorothy Ashby,
Reagan Youth,
Robert Hood,
Stereo Dub,
Severed Heads,
Malaria!,
Fatback Band,
Alphaville,
Skriet,
Al Stewart,
Masters at Work,
Mandrill,
Fugazi,
Gabor Szabo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Youth Brigade,
Pulsallama,
The Real Kids,
The Sound,
New Order,
Byron Stingily,
Yazoo,
Bob Dylan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kas Product,
H. Thieme,
Talk Talk,
Underground Resistance,
Eric Copeland,
Flipper,
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.