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 Bolivia and from Salvador.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Gang of Four to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Nick Fraelich,
Rhythm & Sound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Maleditus Sound,
Visage,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobby Byrd,
Mr. Review,
Erykah Badu,
Eve St. Jones,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Gap Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Joy Division,
Rites of Spring,
Roxette,
Half Japanese,
Pagans,
Loose Ends,
JFA,
Tubeway Army,
MDC,
Eli Mardock,
In Retrospect,
Qualms,
Scan 7,
Davy DMX,
Jeff Lynne,
Popol Vuh,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Harmonia,
Crispian St. Peters,
Television,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Babytalk,
New York Dolls,
Shoche,
Japan,
Eric Copeland,
The Velvet Underground,
Hashim,
Boz Scaggs,
Little Man,
Sarah Menescal,
48th St. Collective,
Basic Channel,
Grauzone,
Amon Düül II,
Hasil Adkins,
Nas,
June Days,
Circle Jerks,
Dave Gahan,
Danielle Patucci,
The Motions,
Kerri Chandler,
Brick,
Crash Course in Science,
Moss Icon,
The Walker Brothers,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.