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 Serbia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro 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 Cybotron to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Byron Stingily,
The Beau Brummels,
Johnny Osbourne,
Radio Birdman,
Section 25,
Ituana,
Bobby Sherman,
Max Romeo,
New York Dolls,
The Buckinghams,
Hoover,
Procol Harum,
Guru Guru,
Alton Ellis,
UT,
Laurel Aitken,
Goldenarms,
Lightning Bolt,
Tubeway Army,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Cale,
Index,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Blake Baxter,
Prince Buster,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nick Fraelich,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Germs,
Howard Jones,
The Mummies,
Juan Atkins,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Slits,
Reagan Youth,
The Skatalites,
The New Christs,
Gichy Dan,
Harmonia,
Sugar Minott,
The Five Americans,
Wasted Youth,
Lyres,
Barry Ungar,
Scion,
Vladislav Delay,
The Dirtbombs,
Soft Cell,
Brick,
The Zeros,
Roy Ayers,
Ice-T,
Cheater Slicks,
Kevin Saunderson,
David Bowie,
The Fugs,
Reuben Wilson,
Brand Nubian,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.