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 Lebanon and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kevin Saunderson to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Todd Rundgren,
Laurel Aitken,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Letta Mbulu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rotary Connection,
The Shadows of Knight,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Delta 5,
The Index,
Wings,
Donald Byrd,
Popol Vuh,
Quantec,
Marcia Griffiths,
Max Romeo,
Scott Walker,
The Pretty Things,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Martian,
Deepchord,
Peter and Kerry,
Dark Day,
The Neon Judgement,
Juan Atkins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Count Five,
Nation of Ulysses,
Country Teasers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Swans,
Ituana,
The Birthday Party,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hoover,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cluster,
Supertramp,
Soft Cell,
Joey Negro,
David Bowie,
The Last Poets,
In Retrospect,
Derrick Morgan,
Fat Boys,
Rakim,
The Fuzztones,
Radiopuhelimet,
Vladislav Delay,
Piero Umiliani,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Circle Jerks,
The Litter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
David Axelrod,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Boredoms,
Stiv Bators,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.