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 Maldives and from Paris.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Henry Cow to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Absolute Body Control,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Saccharine Trust,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Massinfluence,
Soft Cell,
Kas Product,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Count Five,
Stetsasonic,
The Cowsills,
a-ha,
The Standells,
The Evens,
Lou Reed,
Fat Boys,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Camouflage,
Todd Terry,
Joe Finger,
Rufus Thomas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joey Negro,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Delta 5,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tropical Tobacco,
Magma,
The Associates,
Clear Light,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Grauzone,
Lightning Bolt,
Altered Images,
Boogie Down Productions,
Agitation Free,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Grass Roots,
Faraquet,
Spoonie Gee,
AZ,
Depeche Mode,
The Cramps,
Technova,
U.S. Maple,
Althea and Donna,
the Germs,
Tim Buckley,
Cybotron,
Sarah Menescal,
Quando Quango,
Moss Icon,
Angry Samoans,
The Trojans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roxy Music,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Erykah Badu,
Gang of Four,
Alphaville,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Litter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.