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 Rwanda and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Mission of Burma to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Motions,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ituana,
Roxette,
Mad Mike,
Nick Fraelich,
Radiopuhelimet,
Q65,
Deakin,
Camberwell Now,
Drexciya,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Brothers Johnson,
Pussy Galore,
Cheater Slicks,
JFA,
Rod Modell,
Soft Machine,
Cal Tjader,
Neu!,
Roger Hodgson,
FM Einheit,
Icehouse,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
World's Most,
Ultravox,
Television,
The Young Rascals,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bob Dylan,
Patti Smith,
The Barracudas,
Liliput,
Stetsasonic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Henry Cow,
The United States of America,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Robert Wyatt,
the Bar-Kays,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Tremeloes,
John Foxx,
Wally Richardson,
New York Dolls,
The Last Poets,
The Gun Club,
Ornette Coleman,
Barry Ungar,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Glenn Branca,
Kurtis Blow,
Tears for Fears,
Intrusion,
Arab on Radar,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.