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 Norway and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Grass Roots to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Roxy Music,
Aloha Tigers,
Marc Almond,
Spoonie Gee,
Flash Fearless,
Fugazi,
Joe Finger,
The Techniques,
Cameo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Monks,
Deepchord,
Black Sheep,
The Offenders,
Bob Dylan,
Fad Gadget,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Moody Blues,
Bizarre Inc.,
Royal Trux,
Johnny Clarke,
The Cure,
OOIOO,
Bauhaus,
Lalann,
Kaleidoscope,
Todd Rundgren,
The Pop Group,
Public Image Ltd.,
Harmonia,
Ituana,
The Slackers,
Lyres,
Smog,
Dead Boys,
Kurtis Blow,
Gil Scott Heron,
Darondo,
Sex Pistols,
Barbara Tucker,
The Pretty Things,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Blancmange,
Mark Hollis,
Bill Near,
Talk Talk,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Skatalites,
Blake Baxter,
Crash Course in Science,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Judy Mowatt,
Symarip,
Camouflage,
Curtis Mayfield,
World's Most,
Roger Hodgson,
Bad Manners,
Isaac Hayes,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.