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 Uruguay and from Halifax.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Frankie Knuckles to the jazz 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s 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 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Buckinghams,
Fugazi,
Byron Stingily,
DJ Style,
JFA,
Piero Umiliani,
David Bowie,
Ultra Naté,
The Neon Judgement,
MC5,
The Litter,
Althea and Donna,
Cybotron,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Stiv Bators,
a-ha,
Aswad,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Brothers Johnson,
Grauzone,
Eurythmics,
The Busters,
Soft Cell,
Delon & Dalcan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Henry Cow,
Slave,
Donny Hathaway,
Danielle Patucci,
The Leaves,
Alison Limerick,
Kerrie Biddell,
Organ,
Warren Ellis,
Jacob Miller,
Technova,
Youth Brigade,
The Shadows of Knight,
Glenn Branca,
Fat Boys,
Chris & Cosey,
Royal Trux,
The Dirtbombs,
Soul II Soul,
X-Ray Spex,
Rotary Connection,
Jeff Lynne,
Jerry's Kids,
Sällskapet,
Y Pants,
Sound Behaviour,
Aural Exciters,
The Moleskins,
FM Einheit,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Black Dice,
Hasil Adkins,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.