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 Haiti and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes 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 Vainqueur to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mantronix,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scott Walker,
Wire,
Sandy B,
Sparks,
Loose Ends,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Surgeon,
Anthony Braxton,
Robert Wyatt,
Roy Ayers,
Lou Reed,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Aaron Thompson,
Al Stewart,
a-ha,
Vainqueur,
The Real Kids,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Soft Cell,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fuzztones,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Duran Duran,
Drive Like Jehu,
A Certain Ratio,
The Selecter,
Marmalade,
Dennis Brown,
Von Mondo,
Bill Near,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soft Machine,
The Modern Lovers,
Silicon Teens,
Avey Tare,
Young Marble Giants,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gang Starr,
Joe Finger,
Minor Threat,
Robert Görl,
Moebius,
Dawn Penn,
48th St. Collective,
Robert Hood,
The Fall,
Sixth Finger,
Sam Rivers,
DJ Sneak,
Masters at Work,
Roxette,
Organ,
Warren Ellis,
Joe Smooth,
Shuggie Otis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.