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 Nicaragua and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb 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 Skriet to the disco 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Panda Bear,
Suburban Knight,
Blake Baxter,
The Flesh Eaters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kurtis Blow,
48th St. Collective,
K-Klass,
Khruangbin,
The Barracudas,
Heaven 17,
Nirvana,
Erasure,
Jandek,
Ronan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Funkadelic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Delta 5,
Easy Going,
Black Moon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marc Almond,
Sound Behaviour,
Goldenarms,
Iggy Pop,
R.M.O.,
Lou Reed,
David Axelrod,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Steve Hackett,
Blossom Toes,
Harmonia,
Surgeon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Theoretical Girls,
Andrew Hill,
Lightning Bolt,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hardrive,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Move,
Fela Kuti,
Davy DMX,
LL Cool J,
The New Christs,
Aloha Tigers,
Smog,
Fear,
Subhumans,
Guru Guru,
Minnie Riperton,
The Evens,
June Days,
Television,
Jesper Dahlback,
The J.B.'s,
Public Enemy,
Zapp,
Bizarre Inc.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.