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 Denmark and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 The Modern Lovers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Kevin Saunderson,
EPMD,
Godley & Creme,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Minor Threat,
Joe Finger,
Carl Craig,
Joey Negro,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Durutti Column,
Nas,
E-Dancer,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Thompson Twins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jeff Lynne,
Funkadelic,
Wings,
The Alarm Clocks,
David Axelrod,
The Buckinghams,
China Crisis,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Leaves,
Josef K,
Youth Brigade,
Freddie Wadling,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Misunderstood,
The Offenders,
Mission of Burma,
Index,
Terry Callier,
The Remains,
Black Pus,
John Lydon,
Wally Richardson,
Heaven 17,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Birthday Party,
Iggy Pop,
Ossler,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Erykah Badu,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Zeros,
Depeche Mode,
Bluetip,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Visage,
The Real Kids,
Cluster,
Jimmy McGriff,
Grey Daturas,
Pole,
Maurizio,
Spoonie Gee,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.