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 Cyprus and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Normal,
Accadde A,
Sugar Minott,
Crash Course in Science,
Peter & Gordon,
Eddi Front,
Organ,
The Gladiators,
Kaleidoscope,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jandek,
Deadbeat,
Magma,
Eric Dolphy,
Dawn Penn,
Amon Düül,
Frankie Knuckles,
Brothers Johnson,
The Dirtbombs,
Electric Prunes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Theoretical Girls,
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Flipper,
OOIOO,
The New Christs,
Sam Rivers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gang Starr,
Al Stewart,
AZ,
Section 25,
H. Thieme,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joe Finger,
Jacques Brel,
Zero Boys,
Letta Mbulu,
Nico,
Metal Thangz,
Anthony Braxton,
Dual Sessions,
Archie Shepp,
Parry Music,
Soul II Soul,
Alphaville,
KRS-One,
The Tremeloes,
Half Japanese,
Althea and Donna,
Soft Machine,
David Bowie,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Cale,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Red Krayola,
John Holt,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.