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 Malaysia and from Cairo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin 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 Monks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
The Misunderstood,
Erykah Badu,
Blossom Toes,
Mission of Burma,
The Shadows of Knight,
X-102,
The Dead C,
The Fall,
Funky Four + One,
Livin' Joy,
the Association,
Quando Quango,
10cc,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Desert Stars,
Khruangbin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kurtis Blow,
Laurel Aitken,
Morten Harket,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roxy Music,
The Black Dice,
MC5,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Grauzone,
the Fania All-Stars,
Faraquet,
T.S.O.L.,
Wasted Youth,
The Barracudas,
Kaleidoscope,
Derrick May,
JFA,
Marc Almond,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eve St. Jones,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Average White Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Yaz,
The Trojans,
Second Layer,
Groovy Waters,
Visage,
UT,
Royal Trux,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bad Manners,
The Martian,
Pantaleimon,
The American Breed,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Parry Music,
Lucky Dragons,
Thompson Twins,
Deakin,
June Days,
Lightning Bolt,
Skriet,
the Swans,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.