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 Sierra Leone and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar 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 Crispian St. Peters to the punk 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Boredoms,
Absolute Body Control,
The Doobie Brothers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Robert Görl,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Smog,
the Association,
The Pretty Things,
Minny Pops,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Roxette,
Soft Machine,
UT,
The Wake,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Gories,
Infiniti,
Schoolly D,
The Divine Comedy,
Yaz,
The Shadows of Knight,
Reuben Wilson,
a-ha,
Ohio Players,
The Walker Brothers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Mojo Men,
Stiv Bators,
Rakim,
Pulsallama,
The Martian,
Organ,
Graham Central Station,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Q and Not U,
The American Breed,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soul II Soul,
The Toasters,
Tim Buckley,
Eli Mardock,
Essential Logic,
The Slits,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tropical Tobacco,
Neil Young,
Albert Ayler,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Thompson Twins,
DJ Sneak,
the Normal,
The Birthday Party,
Ituana,
The Fall,
Bootsy Collins,
Amazonics,
kango's stein massive,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.