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 Malta and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Evens to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Bobby Sherman,
David Bowie,
Fluxion,
Ituana,
Boogie Down Productions,
Man Eating Sloth,
Japan,
The Kinks,
Motorama,
Gichy Dan,
Joe Smooth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Danielle Patucci,
The Raincoats,
Sister Nancy,
Eric Copeland,
Joey Negro,
Tears for Fears,
Newcleus,
Thompson Twins,
Moebius,
The J.B.'s,
Los Fastidios,
Make Up,
Lalo Schifrin,
L. Decosne,
48th St. Collective,
Swell Maps,
the Soft Cell,
Barbara Tucker,
Camberwell Now,
Masters at Work,
Isaac Hayes,
Ultra Naté,
Fad Gadget,
John Foxx,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Massinfluence,
Jawbox,
Sugar Minott,
Scientists,
The Moleskins,
Heaven 17,
Sarah Menescal,
The Sound,
Pylon,
Nik Kershaw,
Ralphi Rosario,
Underground Resistance,
Smog,
Agitation Free,
Q and Not U,
The Beau Brummels,
The Barracudas,
Malaria!,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Cure,
Reuben Wilson,
The Skatalites,
T. Rex,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Magazine,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.