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 Yemen and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Frankie Knuckles to the rock 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Eli Mardock,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Gories,
Organ,
The Monochrome Set,
Scratch Acid,
The Last Poets,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Quadrant,
Todd Rundgren,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roy Ayers,
Desert Stars,
Leonard Cohen,
The Blues Magoos,
The Tremeloes,
Sixth Finger,
Chris & Cosey,
Alice Coltrane,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mary Jane Girls,
Agitation Free,
X-101,
Swans,
The Invisible,
Sight & Sound,
Lou Reed,
Joe Finger,
Bob Dylan,
The Zeros,
Bizarre Inc.,
Steve Hackett,
Mad Mike,
The Index,
Deepchord,
Bobby Byrd,
The Names,
Man Parrish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Erasure,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Procol Harum,
Crispian St. Peters,
Los Fastidios,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Swans,
Echospace,
Tears for Fears,
New York Dolls,
Monolake,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Main Source,
Al Stewart,
The Walker Brothers,
Interpol,
Lakeside,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Flag,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.