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 Ukraine and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator 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 Mark Hollis to the disco 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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Bananas,
Archie Shepp,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cecil Taylor,
Mark Hollis,
Subhumans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Delta 5,
Metal Thangz,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marcia Griffiths,
Khruangbin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Franke,
Brass Construction,
Faust,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ponytail,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
DNA,
Amon Düül,
The Misunderstood,
EPMD,
Tom Boy,
Pussy Galore,
F. McDonald,
Black Sheep,
Make Up,
Radiohead,
Quantec,
Todd Terry,
Magma,
Peter and Kerry,
Monolake,
The Standells,
Deadbeat,
Essential Logic,
48th St. Collective,
Bronski Beat,
Sixth Finger,
Frankie Knuckles,
Interpol,
The Fugs,
Freddie Wadling,
John Coltrane,
Black Flag,
Funkadelic,
Average White Band,
Harry Pussy,
Joe Smooth,
The Dead C,
Juan Atkins,
The Knickerbockers,
New Age Steppers,
Nik Kershaw,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.