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 Mauritania and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the 808 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 Peter and Kerry to the jazz 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Juan Atkins,
Joey Negro,
Rosa Yemen,
Minny Pops,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dorothy Ashby,
Susan Cadogan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lakeside,
Pagans,
Groovy Waters,
Essential Logic,
The Kinks,
Scratch Acid,
The Victims,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Mummies,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ten City,
Matthew Bourne,
UT,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Golliwogs,
Warsaw,
Warren Ellis,
the Slits,
Pussy Galore,
Scrapy,
Bad Manners,
Echospace,
The Evens,
Angry Samoans,
Nik Kershaw,
The Beau Brummels,
Kerri Chandler,
Hardrive,
The Fall,
Massinfluence,
Archie Shepp,
Underground Resistance,
The Slits,
Sound Behaviour,
David McCallum,
Sällskapet,
Althea and Donna,
Qualms,
The Fire Engines,
Minor Threat,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soul Sonic Force,
Danielle Patucci,
Joy Division,
Zero Boys,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pole,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Sheep,
Drive Like Jehu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wally Richardson,
Theoretical Girls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.