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 Czech Republic and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Harmonia to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Lungfish,
Franke,
Anakelly,
Rufus Thomas,
Amazonics,
Wasted Youth,
Nick Fraelich,
Gastr Del Sol,
Don Cherry,
Drexciya,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Japan,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Slackers,
Glenn Branca,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pole,
Unrelated Segments,
L. Decosne,
Idris Muhammad,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gang Starr,
Derrick Morgan,
Mad Mike,
Gil Scott Heron,
Second Layer,
the Fania All-Stars,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Radiopuhelimet,
Quantec,
Los Fastidios,
Man Parrish,
Eden Ahbez,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jimmy McGriff,
X-Ray Spex,
R.M.O.,
Liliput,
Fatback Band,
Goldenarms,
The Martian,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Massinfluence,
Ultra Naté,
Jeff Lynne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Holt,
Ituana,
Marc Almond,
Grauzone,
Camouflage,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Association,
The Index,
Kerri Chandler,
Babytalk,
The Doobie Brothers,
Echospace,
Country Teasers,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.