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 Hungary and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rapeman to the grunge 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Theoretical Girls,
Mantronix,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jacques Brel,
Kaleidoscope,
The Searchers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Masters at Work,
Buzzcocks,
Chris & Cosey,
Laurel Aitken,
Icehouse,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Qualms,
The Leaves,
Duran Duran,
Pagans,
Pantaleimon,
John Holt,
Deakin,
The Moody Blues,
Joe Finger,
The Standells,
B.T. Express,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The J.B.'s,
Junior Murvin,
The Young Rascals,
The Names,
The Sound,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Music Machine,
Skriet,
Con Funk Shun,
Glambeats Corp.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mad Mike,
Sun Ra,
UT,
Tomorrow,
The Tremeloes,
Nico,
Stiv Bators,
Surgeon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Motions,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nils Olav,
Kerri Chandler,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Vladislav Delay,
Marvin Gaye,
Dawn Penn,
The Residents,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.