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 Bahamas and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord 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 Crash Course in Science to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Harry Pussy,
The Five Americans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
DNA,
Sun Ra,
Brass Construction,
Derrick Morgan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scrapy,
Monolake,
Hot Snakes,
Procol Harum,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Gladiators,
Gabor Szabo,
Radiohead,
Henry Cow,
Reuben Wilson,
Angry Samoans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Funky Four + One,
The Raincoats,
Sparks,
Rosa Yemen,
Interpol,
The Dead C,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dennis Brown,
DJ Style,
the Soft Cell,
Nirvana,
Brick,
Television,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Foxx,
Skriet,
The Wake,
Smog,
Outsiders,
Unrelated Segments,
48th St. Collective,
Pere Ubu,
Skarface,
Ralphi Rosario,
Alison Limerick,
Guru Guru,
Pussy Galore,
Lightning Bolt,
Rapeman,
Marine Girls,
Vainqueur,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Quando Quango,
Kas Product,
Chris & Cosey,
Eric B and Rakim,
Freddie Wadling,
The Litter,
Buzzcocks,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.