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 Tajikistan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Wings to the electroclash 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Harry Pussy,
ABBA,
The Grass Roots,
Pussy Galore,
Adolescents,
Frankie Knuckles,
Buzzcocks,
Dual Sessions,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marshall Jefferson,
Q and Not U,
Easy Going,
48th St. Collective,
The Doobie Brothers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bluetip,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Derrick May,
Faust,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Robert Görl,
Colin Newman,
The Kinks,
Popol Vuh,
The Neon Judgement,
Quantec,
PIL,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Procol Harum,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rotary Connection,
Subhumans,
Warsaw,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Donny Hathaway,
Erasure,
The Fire Engines,
Country Teasers,
Monolake,
Scan 7,
Sister Nancy,
Letta Mbulu,
Gang Starr,
Tres Demented,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Slits,
Monks,
The Monochrome Set,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
MDC,
Television,
Skarface,
Ash Ra Tempel,
D'Angelo,
Derrick Morgan,
Avey Tare,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.