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 Antigua and from Mumbai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Five Americans to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Erykah Badu,
Monks,
The Velvet Underground,
Barry Ungar,
Lyres,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
David Axelrod,
Carl Craig,
Ituana,
Moss Icon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Organ,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mark Hollis,
F. McDonald,
Intrusion,
Suicide,
Nirvana,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Slits,
The Toasters,
Skarface,
The Gap Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dennis Brown,
Nico,
Fat Boys,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Danielle Patucci,
Sun Ra,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Techniques,
Kas Product,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
China Crisis,
Gastr Del Sol,
X-Ray Spex,
Neu!,
Thee Headcoats,
Boz Scaggs,
Rod Modell,
The Count Five,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pussy Galore,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
ABC,
Gichy Dan,
The Residents,
The Vogues,
Alton Ellis,
Patti Smith,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jandek,
Suburban Knight,
Stetsasonic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.