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 San Marino and from Cairo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum 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 Wasted Youth to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Sugar Minott,
Black Bananas,
Amon Düül,
New Age Steppers,
Loose Ends,
The Index,
Amon Düül II,
Lou Reed,
Kool Moe Dee,
Panda Bear,
Jandek,
Das Ding,
Black Sheep,
K-Klass,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ten City,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Electric Prunes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Blackbyrds,
T.S.O.L.,
Duran Duran,
Quando Quango,
Easy Going,
JFA,
The American Breed,
Buzzcocks,
OOIOO,
Magma,
Ohio Players,
Gong,
June of 44,
Todd Terry,
The Happenings,
Wally Richardson,
Dave Gahan,
Pierre Henry,
Zapp,
Fatback Band,
Wire,
Jawbox,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Monks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pole,
The Leaves,
The Slits,
Hasil Adkins,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Young Rascals,
Lou Christie,
The Remains,
The Slackers,
Lakeside,
The Standells,
Dennis Brown,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Tremeloes,
Babytalk,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.