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 Madagascar and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Standells to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Porter Ricks,
The Monks,
Cybotron,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Visage,
Ice-T,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marmalade,
Basic Channel,
Tom Boy,
The Fall,
The Smoke,
The Tremeloes,
Wire,
Bang On A Can,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Godley & Creme,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Barracudas,
Altered Images,
Swans,
Dark Day,
Roger Hodgson,
KRS-One,
Minnie Riperton,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Can,
Bobby Womack,
Dennis Brown,
UT,
DNA,
Talk Talk,
Brand Nubian,
Subhumans,
Aswad,
Youth Brigade,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Cure,
Dawn Penn,
The Sound,
Throbbing Gristle,
Desert Stars,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sound Behaviour,
Bush Tetras,
Los Fastidios,
The Angels of Light,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Mars,
Pussy Galore,
Hardrive,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fortunes,
Mandrill,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fela Kuti,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.