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 India and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 David Bowie 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 Lower 48 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Basic Channel,
Quando Quango,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Byron Stingily,
Chris Corsano,
A Certain Ratio,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Moon,
Lalann,
Bluetip,
Easy Going,
Max Romeo,
the Association,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fatback Band,
The Leaves,
Gang of Four,
The Mojo Men,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kurtis Blow,
The Gories,
The Cramps,
June of 44,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Walker Brothers,
Accadde A,
Danielle Patucci,
Fluxion,
Deakin,
Alice Coltrane,
Camberwell Now,
10cc,
Sex Pistols,
X-102,
OOIOO,
Little Man,
Bush Tetras,
Second Layer,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Aloha Tigers,
Jacques Brel,
Ossler,
the Human League,
LL Cool J,
Janne Schatter,
Gang Starr,
June Days,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Slave,
The Slits,
The Pop Group,
The Shadows of Knight,
Blossom Toes,
The Beau Brummels,
Au Pairs,
Dark Day,
The Motions,
Sound Behaviour,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.