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 Paraguay and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rhythm & Sound to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
The Names,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
UT,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wire,
Franke,
The Associates,
EPMD,
Joey Negro,
Marvin Gaye,
Can,
Absolute Body Control,
The Index,
Janne Schatter,
Mark Hollis,
John Coltrane,
The Pretty Things,
Swans,
Thee Headcoats,
the Swans,
Desert Stars,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Josef K,
Negative Approach,
Cybotron,
Pagans,
Barry Ungar,
Marcia Griffiths,
Alton Ellis,
Minor Threat,
Lalann,
Dead Boys,
Vladislav Delay,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soft Machine,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
James White and The Blacks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Au Pairs,
Aural Exciters,
Royal Trux,
Howard Jones,
Camberwell Now,
Brass Construction,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Bananas,
Max Romeo,
H. Thieme,
Model 500,
DNA,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fall,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Matthew Halsall,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Easy Going,
The Detroit Cobras,
New York Dolls,
ABBA,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.