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 Slovakia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Brick to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Hot Snakes,
cv313,
Pantytec,
The Selecter,
Adolescents,
Pylon,
This Heat,
10cc,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
U.S. Maple,
Masters at Work,
X-Ray Spex,
Brick,
Depeche Mode,
The Red Krayola,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Human League,
Saccharine Trust,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
UT,
Outsiders,
The Cowsills,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scion,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Magazine,
David Axelrod,
Sound Behaviour,
ABC,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Human League,
Von Mondo,
The Fall,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Alton Ellis,
Sonny Sharrock,
Juan Atkins,
Moss Icon,
John Cale,
Liliput,
Newcleus,
Kenny Larkin,
In Retrospect,
Joy Division,
Cluster,
Funky Four + One,
Jacques Brel,
Average White Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Toasters,
The Gladiators,
The Seeds,
Al Stewart,
Ultra Naté,
Maleditus Sound,
Dual Sessions,
The Beau Brummels,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.