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 Gambia and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Lou Christie,
Circle Jerks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Country Teasers,
H. Thieme,
The Fugs,
The Gories,
Avey Tare,
Nils Olav,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marine Girls,
The Pop Group,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Freddie Wadling,
Nico,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Offenders,
Tubeway Army,
Thee Headcoats,
Unwound,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gang Green,
The Kinks,
Eve St. Jones,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Skarface,
Quantec,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roxy Music,
Scott Walker,
Gabor Szabo,
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Womack,
the Human League,
Pole,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
B.T. Express,
Lee Hazlewood,
Can,
Symarip,
The Beau Brummels,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Barry Ungar,
Smog,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Goldenarms,
The Gladiators,
Alison Limerick,
Scrapy,
Talk Talk,
Donny Hathaway,
Reuben Wilson,
Roxette,
Arcadia,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.