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 Somalia and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 A Certain Ratio to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Sandy B,
Stockholm Monsters,
Young Marble Giants,
Alton Ellis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lakeside,
Gastr Del Sol,
Henry Cow,
June of 44,
Second Layer,
Gong,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Velvet Underground,
Derrick Morgan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Smoke,
Bobby Byrd,
Khruangbin,
Freddie Wadling,
Yazoo,
Eric Copeland,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Doors,
Mandrill,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Tremeloes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Adolescents,
Nirvana,
Drexciya,
Stetsasonic,
The Pretty Things,
Public Enemy,
Schoolly D,
Electric Prunes,
Nas,
Aaron Thompson,
Darondo,
H. Thieme,
The Misunderstood,
Morten Harket,
Mary Jane Girls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pulsallama,
New York Dolls,
Lower 48,
Amon Düül II,
Moebius,
Godley & Creme,
The Mojo Men,
The Cowsills,
The Divine Comedy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Moby Grape,
Q65,
Erykah Badu,
Ken Boothe,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bauhaus,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.