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 Barbados and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Wasted Youth to the techno 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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
The Cure,
Lightning Bolt,
the Human League,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Can,
Sun Ra,
Alison Limerick,
Silicon Teens,
Rhythm & Sound,
Absolute Body Control,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Whodini,
Donny Hathaway,
Pulsallama,
Kerri Chandler,
UT,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Sheep,
DJ Sneak,
Porter Ricks,
the Sonics,
John Holt,
Yusef Lateef,
Inner City,
The Stooges,
Terrestrial Tones,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Popol Vuh,
Jawbox,
Crooked Eye,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Angels of Light,
Mark Hollis,
Robert Hood,
Talk Talk,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Das Ding,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Five Americans,
Panda Bear,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rod Modell,
The Move,
Roxette,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Japan,
Faraquet,
Yellowson,
The Busters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Josef K,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nico,
Kool Moe Dee,
Quantec,
Tears for Fears,
Spandau Ballet,
The Names,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Radiohead,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.