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 Iran 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer 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 The Count Five to the funk 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jeff Lynne,
Avey Tare,
The Monks,
The J.B.'s,
Sound Behaviour,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tomorrow,
The Dirtbombs,
Ultra Naté,
Soulsonic Force,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Electric Prunes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Faraquet,
Agent Orange,
ABC,
The Fall,
Lou Reed,
Lee Hazlewood,
Barbara Tucker,
Delta 5,
Moss Icon,
The Beau Brummels,
Eric Dolphy,
The Motions,
Robert Görl,
Peter and Kerry,
Bill Wells,
Das Ding,
The Smiths,
H. Thieme,
Grey Daturas,
Brand Nubian,
Derrick Morgan,
John Coltrane,
L. Decosne,
Warsaw,
Kerri Chandler,
ABBA,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Oblivians,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eric Copeland,
Inner City,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The American Breed,
Sun Ra,
Lou Christie,
Bobby Byrd,
Lakeside,
Drexciya,
Amon Düül,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jacques Brel,
Erasure,
Fifty Foot Hose,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.