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 Venezuela and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Gladiators 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Yusef Lateef,
Tim Buckley,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sun Ra,
Toni Rubio,
Gang of Four,
Lalo Schifrin,
Alice Coltrane,
Model 500,
Agitation Free,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sexual Harrassment,
Curtis Mayfield,
David Axelrod,
Moss Icon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dorothy Ashby,
T. Rex,
48th St. Collective,
Q and Not U,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Swans,
Zero Boys,
EPMD,
Animal Collective,
Prince Buster,
Eric B and Rakim,
Clear Light,
Aswad,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mo-Dettes,
Surgeon,
World's Most,
Basic Channel,
Marc Almond,
Subhumans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tubeway Army,
Terry Callier,
Robert Görl,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jacques Brel,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Aaron Thompson,
Arthur Verocai,
The Modern Lovers,
The Stooges,
Cecil Taylor,
Wolf Eyes,
Marine Girls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kas Product,
Negative Approach,
Ken Boothe,
The Monochrome Set,
Eden Ahbez,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Boz Scaggs,
John Holt,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.