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 Mali and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar 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 Cluster to the rap 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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Holt,
Ponytail,
The Fuzztones,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fad Gadget,
Yazoo,
The Moody Blues,
Reuben Wilson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Judy Mowatt,
The Stooges,
Joyce Sims,
The Smiths,
Peter & Gordon,
Thompson Twins,
The Leaves,
L. Decosne,
The Beau Brummels,
Traffic Nightmare,
Popol Vuh,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eric Copeland,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
New Age Steppers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cybotron,
Qualms,
Bill Wells,
Susan Cadogan,
Iggy Pop,
David Bowie,
Gichy Dan,
Kenny Larkin,
Quantec,
Alton Ellis,
Barry Ungar,
the Human League,
Radio Birdman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Moby Grape,
Ten City,
Man Eating Sloth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Music Machine,
Don Cherry,
Lebanon Hanover,
Silicon Teens,
Marmalade,
The Blues Magoos,
Animal Collective,
H. Thieme,
Metal Thangz,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Amon Düül,
Kevin Saunderson,
F. McDonald,
Surgeon,
The Names,
Roxette,
Danielle Patucci,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead 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.