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 Romania and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the jazz 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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Cheater Slicks,
Siglo XX,
Neu!,
Khruangbin,
Scientists,
Rekid,
Ken Boothe,
a-ha,
The Birthday Party,
The Human League,
Groovy Waters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marine Girls,
Faust,
Cal Tjader,
Jesper Dahlback,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Subhumans,
Flipper,
Procol Harum,
The Shadows of Knight,
Clear Light,
Nirvana,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crash Course in Science,
Deepchord,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Donald Byrd,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Toni Rubio,
Lalann,
Babytalk,
The Five Americans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pantaleimon,
The Red Krayola,
Skriet,
UT,
Davy DMX,
CMW,
Black Moon,
The Gories,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soul II Soul,
Matthew Bourne,
The Velvet Underground,
Lightning Bolt,
Nik Kershaw,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Anthony Braxton,
ABC,
Grey Daturas,
The Dead C,
L. Decosne,
The Zeros,
Soul Sonic Force,
Iggy Pop,
Tom Boy,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.