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 Romania and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 John Cale to the rock 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Man Parrish,
Junior Murvin,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
James White and The Blacks,
Archie Shepp,
the Sonics,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sound Behaviour,
Gong,
48th St. Collective,
Rhythm & Sound,
These Immortal Souls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Laurel Aitken,
Underground Resistance,
Barry Ungar,
Das Ding,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Busters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Duran Duran,
The Standells,
Joy Division,
Fugazi,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bush Tetras,
Soft Machine,
Electric Prunes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cheater Slicks,
La Düsseldorf,
Glambeats Corp.,
Subhumans,
Parry Music,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Red Krayola,
Second Layer,
The Sonics,
Anakelly,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marc Almond,
AZ,
The Stooges,
Shoche,
Babytalk,
the Fania All-Stars,
Icehouse,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Camberwell Now,
Main Source,
The Offenders,
UT,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Alice Coltrane,
Judy Mowatt,
The Techniques,
The Detroit Cobras,
Brass Construction,
The Electric Prunes,
John Cale,
Whodini,
the Normal,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.