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 Equatorial Guinea 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 London Community Gospel Choir to the funk 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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
The United States of America,
Maleditus Sound,
The Litter,
Make Up,
L. Decosne,
Hashim,
Swans,
The Mojo Men,
Todd Terry,
Supertramp,
Panda Bear,
Quadrant,
Cheater Slicks,
Mandrill,
Sparks,
Pantytec,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ken Boothe,
Eurythmics,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tomorrow,
Ronan,
Y Pants,
Urselle,
Marvin Gaye,
Vladislav Delay,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kayak,
The Searchers,
The Skatalites,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gang Starr,
Donald Byrd,
Cluster,
Warsaw,
Rapeman,
Malaria!,
Adolescents,
R.M.O.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Godley & Creme,
Archie Shepp,
Blake Baxter,
Half Japanese,
Joy Division,
the Association,
Wings,
FM Einheit,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Royal Trux,
Barclay James Harvest,
Liliput,
Q65,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.