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 Bahamas and from London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Stetsasonic to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Fela Kuti,
The Walker Brothers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
AZ,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hoover,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Radiopuhelimet,
U.S. Maple,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gabor Szabo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobby Byrd,
Stereo Dub,
Ornette Coleman,
The Count Five,
Bill Near,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Parry Music,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Davy DMX,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nick Fraelich,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Evens,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Los Fastidios,
Camberwell Now,
Deakin,
Wire,
Alphaville,
Pulsallama,
Charles Mingus,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fall,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joe Smooth,
Moby Grape,
Ponytail,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
La Düsseldorf,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Country Teasers,
Nik Kershaw,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Moody Blues,
The Residents,
FM Einheit,
Lalann,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crash Course in Science,
Byron Stingily,
Lungfish,
Tommy Roe,
Mad Mike,
Drexciya,
Morten Harket,
Eurythmics,
D'Angelo,
The Black Dice,
Juan Atkins,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.