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 Laos and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ 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 Sun City Girls to the rock 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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Suburban Knight,
Junior Murvin,
Suicide,
Joyce Sims,
Mars,
T. Rex,
The Birthday Party,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Stooges,
Mary Jane Girls,
Subhumans,
Cameo,
Sister Nancy,
CMW,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Althea and Donna,
Skriet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
B.T. Express,
Nico,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Minutemen,
Con Funk Shun,
Sällskapet,
Radiohead,
Tres Demented,
The Smiths,
the Slits,
Bill Wells,
Yusef Lateef,
Television,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Can,
The Fortunes,
Brick,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sun City Girls,
Bobby Sherman,
Basic Channel,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Khruangbin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Popol Vuh,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gang of Four,
The Misunderstood,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joy Division,
Section 25,
Trumans Water,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Clear Light,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Shadows of Knight,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Amon Düül,
Carl Craig,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.