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 Bahamas and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Flash Fearless to the jazz 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Warren Ellis,
Lungfish,
DJ Style,
Janne Schatter,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Malaria!,
One Last Wish,
Tim Buckley,
Organ,
Accadde A,
Flash Fearless,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
OOIOO,
Roxette,
The United States of America,
Eric Dolphy,
Masters at Work,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Faraquet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lebanon Hanover,
David Bowie,
The Buckinghams,
The Fall,
Royal Trux,
Bill Wells,
The Remains,
Skarface,
Pere Ubu,
The Count Five,
The Five Americans,
Bobby Byrd,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pulsallama,
Intrusion,
Don Cherry,
Second Layer,
Minny Pops,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Trojans,
Leonard Cohen,
The Leaves,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Can,
Black Sheep,
Howard Jones,
The Searchers,
Patti Smith,
Chrome,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kerrie Biddell,
Khruangbin,
The Gladiators,
Public Enemy,
Silicon Teens,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.