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 Slovenia and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Smiths to the funk 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sällskapet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Aswad,
World's Most,
Organ,
Animal Collective,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Soft Cell,
Eli Mardock,
Kayak,
Skarface,
Blossom Toes,
Derrick May,
Tropical Tobacco,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Juan Atkins,
DJ Style,
Robert Wyatt,
The Moleskins,
Make Up,
The Star Department,
The Move,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Erasure,
Lungfish,
The Standells,
Mantronix,
Nico,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mandrill,
Das Ding,
Livin' Joy,
Pylon,
Steve Hackett,
The Human League,
Eddi Front,
Harpers Bizarre,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobby Womack,
The Zeros,
Mr. Review,
Masters at Work,
Lou Reed,
Public Enemy,
Matthew Bourne,
The Durutti Column,
Delta 5,
The Offenders,
Massinfluence,
The Monochrome Set,
Visage,
Bill Near,
Sarah Menescal,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Selecter,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.