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 Papua New Guinea and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin 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 Duran Duran to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Yusef Lateef,
The Count Five,
Franke,
Boz Scaggs,
Marc Almond,
Howard Jones,
Eddi Front,
Man Eating Sloth,
Severed Heads,
Sixth Finger,
Josef K,
Pulsallama,
Sun Ra,
Jeru the Damaja,
Al Stewart,
Agent Orange,
Nirvana,
F. McDonald,
The Walker Brothers,
Crooked Eye,
Sandy B,
Japan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Seeds,
Danielle Patucci,
Urselle,
Chris Corsano,
The Residents,
Robert Wyatt,
Joyce Sims,
Lakeside,
Porter Ricks,
Duran Duran,
Arab on Radar,
Los Fastidios,
World's Most,
The Velvet Underground,
Livin' Joy,
Henry Cow,
The Black Dice,
Wally Richardson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobby Byrd,
X-101,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Aural Exciters,
Ponytail,
The Monks,
Essential Logic,
Soft Machine,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bill Wells,
Lou Reed,
Fugazi,
Tom Boy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.