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 Vietnam and from Tokyo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Busters to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pantytec,
Nico,
Whodini,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crash Course in Science,
The Moody Blues,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Althea and Donna,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mo-Dettes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crispy Ambulance,
Motorama,
Todd Rundgren,
Pylon,
Wally Richardson,
Eve St. Jones,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Neon Judgement,
Desert Stars,
Urselle,
Sparks,
China Crisis,
Neu!,
Joe Finger,
Rekid,
Sixth Finger,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Cure,
Pharoah Sanders,
Flipper,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Swell Maps,
EPMD,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cymande,
Organ,
Andrew Hill,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Alison Limerick,
Scion,
Deepchord,
This Heat,
Livin' Joy,
Hoover,
David McCallum,
F. McDonald,
Marmalade,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Doobie Brothers,
Donny Hathaway,
Basic Channel,
Marc Almond,
The Victims,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joyce Sims,
Subhumans,
Max Romeo,
Audionom,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Moby Grape,
kango's stein massive,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.