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 Angola 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 Red Krayola to the punk 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
New Order,
Audionom,
Ten City,
OOIOO,
Animal Collective,
Public Enemy,
Flash Fearless,
The Last Poets,
Erasure,
Albert Ayler,
Smog,
Pantytec,
Rosa Yemen,
Kurtis Blow,
Lou Reed,
The J.B.'s,
Fela Kuti,
Lightning Bolt,
Barclay James Harvest,
Saccharine Trust,
The Buckinghams,
Brick,
Cameo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Darondo,
Subhumans,
Chris Corsano,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crime,
Harry Pussy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
a-ha,
The Tremeloes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
kango's stein massive,
June of 44,
Gichy Dan,
Aloha Tigers,
Skaos,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Beau Brummels,
The Birthday Party,
The Associates,
Alphaville,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Barracudas,
The Sound,
The Count Five,
Crash Course in Science,
Circle Jerks,
Barry Ungar,
David Axelrod,
F. McDonald,
Charles Mingus,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Sheep,
Crispian St. Peters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Robert Görl,
L. Decosne,
The Vogues,
The Trojans,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.