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 Bologna.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Blues Magoos to the techno 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Radiohead,
Bob Dylan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Alphaville,
Eyeless In Gaza,
a-ha,
China Crisis,
The Mojo Men,
Robert Wyatt,
Panda Bear,
Swans,
Neu!,
The Human League,
X-Ray Spex,
Nirvana,
Fat Boys,
The Mummies,
Swell Maps,
Kevin Saunderson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Flamin' Groovies,
Young Marble Giants,
Tubeway Army,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Barracudas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Toni Rubio,
F. McDonald,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fugs,
Pulsallama,
The Doors,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Red Krayola,
The Motions,
Thompson Twins,
Outsiders,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bill Wells,
Average White Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
MC5,
Eden Ahbez,
The Wake,
ABC,
Pantaleimon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Matthew Bourne,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Moleskins,
Terry Callier,
U.S. Maple,
DNA,
Juan Atkins,
Ronan,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.