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 Houston.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bremen.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 B.T. Express to the rock 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Basic Channel,
The Count Five,
The Detroit Cobras,
Agent Orange,
the Sonics,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lalann,
Stereo Dub,
Chrome,
R.M.O.,
Reuben Wilson,
Television,
The Fuzztones,
Jimmy McGriff,
Warren Ellis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Shoche,
Vladislav Delay,
Model 500,
Tommy Roe,
Cluster,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jeff Mills,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bluetip,
Colin Newman,
Smog,
the Swans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
H. Thieme,
Chris & Cosey,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Monochrome Set,
The Buckinghams,
Joe Finger,
Livin' Joy,
Second Layer,
Angry Samoans,
Man Parrish,
Peter & Gordon,
Pussy Galore,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Derrick May,
The Dead C,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Josef K,
Radiopuhelimet,
Junior Murvin,
The Gories,
Loose Ends,
World's Most,
The Toasters,
DNA,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ralphi Rosario,
Unrelated Segments,
Laurel Aitken,
UT,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.