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 Cambodia and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron 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 Excepter to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Q65,
Bootsy Collins,
Brass Construction,
Skriet,
Flipper,
The Vogues,
The Durutti Column,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
ABBA,
Royal Trux,
Dead Boys,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fugs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Index,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Anakelly,
China Crisis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nico,
Nirvana,
Agitation Free,
Soul II Soul,
The Blackbyrds,
Groovy Waters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Gun Club,
Ornette Coleman,
Boz Scaggs,
Jacques Brel,
Babytalk,
Desert Stars,
Grey Daturas,
Matthew Halsall,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Moody Blues,
X-102,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tomorrow,
Marvin Gaye,
Neu!,
Trumans Water,
Jacob Miller,
Scratch Acid,
Von Mondo,
This Heat,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Cramps,
Bush Tetras,
Grauzone,
Lower 48,
Mark Hollis,
The J.B.'s,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mo-Dettes,
The Toasters,
Interpol,
Ralphi Rosario,
Warren Ellis,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.