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 Belarus and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins 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 electroclash 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Terrestrial Tones,
Siglo XX,
Joy Division,
Skriet,
The Residents,
Skaos,
Groovy Waters,
Rotary Connection,
The Moleskins,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Vogues,
Ten City,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tomorrow,
Traffic Nightmare,
Underground Resistance,
Smog,
Flipper,
Whodini,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Piero Umiliani,
Easy Going,
Pantaleimon,
Khruangbin,
Cal Tjader,
Kool Moe Dee,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Connie Case,
The Dirtbombs,
Steve Hackett,
Section 25,
David Bowie,
The Move,
LL Cool J,
Ituana,
Sight & Sound,
Josef K,
Shuggie Otis,
Surgeon,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Bananas,
The J.B.'s,
Angry Samoans,
Aaron Thompson,
Nik Kershaw,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scott Walker,
Rod Modell,
Rufus Thomas,
Lyres,
The Tremeloes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Slick Rick,
Curtis Mayfield,
Essential Logic,
Pere Ubu,
Audionom,
Skarface,
John Coltrane,
Mo-Dettes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.