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 Latvia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 ABC to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Toni Rubio,
The Litter,
Los Fastidios,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wasted Youth,
a-ha,
Wings,
Camouflage,
Inner City,
Don Cherry,
Outsiders,
Anthony Braxton,
Swans,
Bang On A Can,
the Bar-Kays,
Glenn Branca,
Swell Maps,
The Associates,
Circle Jerks,
The Happenings,
Soft Machine,
Thee Headcoats,
Groovy Waters,
Jerry's Kids,
Prince Buster,
Marine Girls,
Bronski Beat,
Stiv Bators,
Harmonia,
The Divine Comedy,
Smog,
Monolake,
Ultimate Spinach,
Oneida,
Fluxion,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dual Sessions,
Man Parrish,
The Doobie Brothers,
Suburban Knight,
The Misunderstood,
Scott Walker,
Talk Talk,
Godley & Creme,
Gabor Szabo,
Amon Düül II,
The Cowsills,
The Dead C,
Laurel Aitken,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Josef K,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Arab on Radar,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Holt,
Technova,
Kas Product,
The Moody Blues,
Roxy Music,
Bill Wells,
Moby Grape,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.