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 Dominican Republic and from New York.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Vogues to the rap 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Fifty Foot Hose,
OOIOO,
Pierre Henry,
Carl Craig,
Skriet,
Depeche Mode,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marine Girls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobby Byrd,
DJ Sneak,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Blancmange,
The Saints,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dorothy Ashby,
Royal Trux,
The Five Americans,
The Beau Brummels,
Main Source,
Todd Terry,
Reuben Wilson,
Charles Mingus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mantronix,
Al Stewart,
Electric Prunes,
Minutemen,
Blossom Toes,
the Swans,
T. Rex,
The Count Five,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Barry Ungar,
Lyres,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Blackbyrds,
Anakelly,
Hashim,
Gregory Isaacs,
Desert Stars,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Babytalk,
Prince Buster,
Ronnie Foster,
Suburban Knight,
New Order,
Massinfluence,
FM Einheit,
Bill Wells,
Cheater Slicks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Todd Rundgren,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Slick Rick,
The Human League,
Sound Behaviour,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.