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 Austria and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bronski Beat to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Move. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jimmy McGriff,
Con Funk Shun,
Darondo,
R.M.O.,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pulsallama,
Tommy Roe,
David Bowie,
Pagans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lou Reed,
Piero Umiliani,
Joensuu 1685,
Electric Prunes,
U.S. Maple,
AZ,
Laurel Aitken,
Franke,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ituana,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Swans,
The Invisible,
Sixth Finger,
Skarface,
Joyce Sims,
Black Bananas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kayak,
Donny Hathaway,
Hot Snakes,
Organ,
The Buckinghams,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The J.B.'s,
Fatback Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Flag,
Rapeman,
Jeff Lynne,
Eric Copeland,
Rotary Connection,
Gang Green,
Pantaleimon,
The Five Americans,
Brand Nubian,
The Birthday Party,
CMW,
The Techniques,
The Gap Band,
The Trojans,
Tomorrow,
Lower 48,
Niagra,
DJ Style,
Bobby Womack,
Todd Rundgren,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.