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 Mexico and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord 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 Bobby Womack to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Moby Grape,
The Seeds,
Wings,
Jandek,
The Monks,
B.T. Express,
Dennis Brown,
Roy Ayers,
The Smiths,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Desert Stars,
Electric Prunes,
The American Breed,
Gong,
X-102,
Marcia Griffiths,
JFA,
Rufus Thomas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roxy Music,
Pierre Henry,
K-Klass,
The Grass Roots,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fall,
The Fuzztones,
Chris & Cosey,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sun Ra,
Ten City,
Easy Going,
Gabor Szabo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Black Dice,
Matthew Halsall,
Donald Byrd,
Wolf Eyes,
Yellowson,
the Human League,
The Pop Group,
Fad Gadget,
The Evens,
Al Stewart,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Harpers Bizarre,
Delon & Dalcan,
Simply Red,
Albert Ayler,
Arcadia,
Hashim,
Pantaleimon,
Brothers Johnson,
Barry Ungar,
Bluetip,
R.M.O.,
Bill Wells,
Intrusion,
Tears for Fears,
Y Pants,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.