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 Guyana and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes 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 Angels of Light 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Fat Boys,
The Residents,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Swans,
The Smiths,
Amon Düül II,
Soulsonic Force,
Eurythmics,
Shuggie Otis,
Lungfish,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lyres,
Altered Images,
Soul II Soul,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Soft Cell,
Royal Trux,
Vladislav Delay,
Zero Boys,
Panda Bear,
The Remains,
Avey Tare,
Terry Callier,
Anakelly,
The Walker Brothers,
Swell Maps,
Fad Gadget,
Porter Ricks,
The Angels of Light,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nas,
John Holt,
The Sonics,
Barbara Tucker,
New Age Steppers,
Ken Boothe,
Easy Going,
Pere Ubu,
Roy Ayers,
The Birthday Party,
Rotary Connection,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Heaven 17,
Johnny Clarke,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Blossom Toes,
Brothers Johnson,
Gang Green,
Outsiders,
Kurtis Blow,
Deepchord,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jandek,
a-ha,
Black Bananas,
Severed Heads,
Bauhaus,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.