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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Minny Pops to the disco 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rites of Spring,
Archie Shepp,
Leonard Cohen,
Pylon,
Basic Channel,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Shadows of Knight,
Radiopuhelimet,
David McCallum,
Pierre Henry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pantytec,
Lalann,
Arthur Verocai,
New York Dolls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Siglo XX,
The Durutti Column,
Sister Nancy,
Sarah Menescal,
the Normal,
Malaria!,
Television,
Camouflage,
H. Thieme,
Black Pus,
Bootsy Collins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
8 Eyed Spy,
Agent Orange,
Jeff Lynne,
Ohio Players,
Fela Kuti,
The Tremeloes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Johnny Osbourne,
MDC,
X-102,
John Lydon,
Matthew Bourne,
The J.B.'s,
Kevin Saunderson,
Duran Duran,
Pussy Galore,
Cluster,
Todd Rundgren,
Blossom Toes,
Eric Copeland,
Hasil Adkins,
Scott Walker,
Q65,
The Monochrome Set,
The Remains,
Ralphi Rosario,
Andrew Hill,
DJ Sneak,
Wally Richardson,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.