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 Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe 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 The Golliwogs to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Move. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Gang Starr,
Bobby Byrd,
Dark Day,
The Fugs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Magma,
PIL,
Bill Near,
Procol Harum,
Tears for Fears,
Goldenarms,
Saccharine Trust,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sandy B,
Nik Kershaw,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ultimate Spinach,
Swans,
Chris & Cosey,
Kenny Larkin,
Barbara Tucker,
Bluetip,
Steve Hackett,
Pierre Henry,
Bobby Sherman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Star Department,
Pharoah Sanders,
Chrome,
Oblivians,
The Five Americans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joe Smooth,
The Real Kids,
Theoretical Girls,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Human League,
Jacob Miller,
Warren Ellis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Busters,
Harmonia,
Country Teasers,
The Fall,
Icehouse,
Echospace,
Minny Pops,
The J.B.'s,
Derrick Morgan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Panda Bear,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bob Dylan,
Donald Byrd,
Piero Umiliani,
Soulsonic Force,
Althea and Donna,
Nas,
This Heat,
Siglo XX,
Ornette Coleman,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.