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 Ethiopia and from Taipei.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Faust to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Popol Vuh,
Urselle,
R.M.O.,
Lalann,
Yellowson,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fugs,
Slick Rick,
The Seeds,
Lucky Dragons,
Leonard Cohen,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
X-102,
Alton Ellis,
Marmalade,
The Dead C,
Bobby Sherman,
Sixth Finger,
Michelle Simonal,
Infiniti,
Graham Central Station,
The Black Dice,
Lalo Schifrin,
Beasts of Bourbon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Chris Corsano,
The Smiths,
Lou Christie,
Black Bananas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
David Bowie,
Blancmange,
X-Ray Spex,
10cc,
Kenny Larkin,
Boredoms,
Rod Modell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Gap Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Minutemen,
The Durutti Column,
the Slits,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joensuu 1685,
The Trojans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
A Certain Ratio,
Pussy Galore,
Curtis Mayfield,
Royal Trux,
Scion,
The Mummies,
The Gories,
Yaz,
Bobby Byrd,
Deakin,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.