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 Greece and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Leonard Cohen to the rock 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Eden Ahbez,
Drive Like Jehu,
Slave,
Minny Pops,
Boredoms,
Saccharine Trust,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Connie Case,
Pierre Henry,
Jimmy McGriff,
Parry Music,
Brick,
Tres Demented,
Lakeside,
A Certain Ratio,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Vogues,
Audionom,
Basic Channel,
Joy Division,
Frankie Knuckles,
E-Dancer,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marmalade,
cv313,
Y Pants,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dawn Penn,
The Electric Prunes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Spandau Ballet,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Alphaville,
Siglo XX,
Essential Logic,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gabor Szabo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fela Kuti,
Henry Cow,
Blancmange,
Marc Almond,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Warsaw,
Howard Jones,
Neil Young,
Tropical Tobacco,
David Bowie,
Kenny Larkin,
Gang Green,
Cecil Taylor,
The Beau Brummels,
Joey Negro,
Oblivians,
Aswad,
Alison Limerick,
Groovy Waters,
Radio Birdman,
Urselle,
The Music Machine,
James White and The Blacks,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.