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 Namibia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Man Eating Sloth to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Connie Case,
Minny Pops,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cybotron,
Fat Boys,
Swell Maps,
Ronan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rekid,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Heaven 17,
Franke,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Icehouse,
Ralphi Rosario,
Flipper,
The Last Poets,
Q65,
Stockholm Monsters,
Derrick May,
Gabor Szabo,
Minor Threat,
Malaria!,
OOIOO,
Yazoo,
Donny Hathaway,
Crime,
Visage,
Fad Gadget,
Talk Talk,
Fear,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rites of Spring,
Amazonics,
Sparks,
Grauzone,
Banda Bassotti,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Gap Band,
Desert Stars,
Kerrie Biddell,
FM Einheit,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Moleskins,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Raincoats,
T.S.O.L.,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mad Mike,
The Blackbyrds,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marmalade,
The New Christs,
The Happenings,
Chris Corsano,
Leonard Cohen,
Duran Duran,
Joey Negro,
Scientists,
Neu!,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.