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 Lyon.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin 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 the Normal to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Agitation Free,
The Gun Club,
OOIOO,
Lalo Schifrin,
Das Ding,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Deepchord,
Sparks,
Panda Bear,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kerri Chandler,
The Barracudas,
Camberwell Now,
Matthew Bourne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lindisfarne,
Essential Logic,
Derrick Morgan,
Negative Approach,
DJ Sneak,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Monks,
Chris Corsano,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Easy Going,
Gichy Dan,
Mandrill,
Minny Pops,
Patti Smith,
UT,
Pylon,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Last Poets,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Count Five,
Television Personalities,
Tres Demented,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Radio Birdman,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Swans,
Joensuu 1685,
Anakelly,
James Chance & The Contortions,
8 Eyed Spy,
L. Decosne,
The Raincoats,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soulsonic Force,
Alison Limerick,
The Motions,
X-101,
Intrusion,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ohio Players,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.