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 Palau and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Harry Pussy to the disco 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Agent Orange,
Lyres,
Rod Modell,
Monolake,
Mary Jane Girls,
kango's stein massive,
Intrusion,
The Misunderstood,
The Cramps,
Black Moon,
Skaos,
Avey Tare,
MC5,
the Fania All-Stars,
Thompson Twins,
Leonard Cohen,
The Gladiators,
Joey Negro,
Chrome,
Pantytec,
Throbbing Gristle,
Faraquet,
Camberwell Now,
The Busters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Anthony Braxton,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fad Gadget,
Ohio Players,
Hoover,
Skarface,
The Stooges,
Liliput,
Accadde A,
10cc,
Janne Schatter,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wire,
Pere Ubu,
AZ,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Panda Bear,
Delta 5,
Gang Starr,
DJ Style,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lou Christie,
Reuben Wilson,
One Last Wish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
World's Most,
Alphaville,
Amazonics,
Little Man,
Yaz,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Das Ding,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Last Poets,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.