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 Paraguay and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
the Human League,
Peter & Gordon,
Deepchord,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Names,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Barbara Tucker,
Sight & Sound,
Carl Craig,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Negative Approach,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fear,
Ponytail,
Mo-Dettes,
Main Source,
Model 500,
48th St. Collective,
the Bar-Kays,
A Certain Ratio,
Soft Machine,
The Knickerbockers,
Ultravox,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kerrie Biddell,
Television Personalities,
Gang Green,
Visage,
The Saints,
Pierre Henry,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Young Rascals,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sarah Menescal,
Avey Tare,
The Dead C,
The Walker Brothers,
David Bowie,
T.S.O.L.,
Morten Harket,
Davy DMX,
Danielle Patucci,
Roxette,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crash Course in Science,
The Techniques,
Q65,
Surgeon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Agent Orange,
Zero Boys,
a-ha,
Pantaleimon,
H. Thieme,
10cc,
Darondo,
Boz Scaggs,
Massinfluence,
Loose Ends,
Sparks,
Aural Exciters,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.