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 Namibia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator 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 Aloha Tigers 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Brass Construction,
Tommy Roe,
Crash Course in Science,
The Remains,
Schoolly D,
Altered Images,
The Invisible,
Mo-Dettes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Junior Murvin,
Pole,
Barbara Tucker,
In Retrospect,
Minor Threat,
Amon Düül II,
OOIOO,
Neil Young,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Main Source,
Severed Heads,
The Fall,
The Seeds,
Fugazi,
Joensuu 1685,
Magma,
Jeru the Damaja,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crime,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lalo Schifrin,
Chrome,
Radiohead,
Rotary Connection,
Kevin Saunderson,
Infiniti,
The Victims,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camouflage,
Jeff Mills,
John Foxx,
Matthew Bourne,
David Bowie,
Barrington Levy,
UT,
KRS-One,
Bobby Sherman,
The Moody Blues,
Dark Day,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hashim,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Althea and Donna,
Sandy B,
Faraquet,
Gabor Szabo,
Gang of Four,
Eve St. Jones,
Tears for Fears,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.