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 Liechtenstein and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Grey Daturas to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
The Electric Prunes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Mojo Men,
Main Source,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Interpol,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Chris Corsano,
The Doobie Brothers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Guru Guru,
Rhythm & Sound,
Radiohead,
Lakeside,
One Last Wish,
Masters at Work,
The Fuzztones,
Judy Mowatt,
Swans,
Jacques Brel,
Reuben Wilson,
The Stooges,
Idris Muhammad,
Bang On A Can,
Index,
Danielle Patucci,
The United States of America,
Section 25,
Roxette,
AZ,
Roy Ayers,
Inner City,
Kerri Chandler,
The Kinks,
Junior Murvin,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Coltrane,
Goldenarms,
Lucky Dragons,
Dave Gahan,
The Cramps,
David Axelrod,
Lou Christie,
Bobby Byrd,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ultimate Spinach,
Unwound,
Half Japanese,
Joyce Sims,
Accadde A,
Glambeats Corp.,
Urselle,
Ronnie Foster,
Pierre Henry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Arthur Verocai,
Ituana,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.