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 Portugal and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 Reuben Wilson to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sex Pistols,
Funky Four + One,
Todd Terry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sparks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bang On A Can,
Hashim,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Audionom,
Country Teasers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Make Up,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Blancmange,
Pere Ubu,
Todd Rundgren,
Wasted Youth,
Deadbeat,
Livin' Joy,
H. Thieme,
Los Fastidios,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Chris & Cosey,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Shadows of Knight,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Germs,
The Black Dice,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Porter Ricks,
Bobby Womack,
Suicide,
Lakeside,
Morten Harket,
Reuben Wilson,
Bad Manners,
Mars,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Monks,
Fad Gadget,
Cecil Taylor,
Cheater Slicks,
James White and The Blacks,
Agitation Free,
R.M.O.,
David Axelrod,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gang of Four,
Nik Kershaw,
Camouflage,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soft Cell,
a-ha,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.