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 Haiti 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pretty Things to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Cramps,
The Index,
Newcleus,
Kerrie Biddell,
Von Mondo,
Jerry's Kids,
a-ha,
The Martian,
The Skatalites,
AZ,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ultra Naté,
Rakim,
Althea and Donna,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Unwound,
Alton Ellis,
Yaz,
The Motions,
Derrick May,
Delon & Dalcan,
Con Funk Shun,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Siglo XX,
June of 44,
The Smiths,
Mantronix,
The Black Dice,
The Mummies,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Standells,
Amazonics,
Index,
Unrelated Segments,
Marcia Griffiths,
This Heat,
The Gap Band,
The Busters,
Arthur Verocai,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wasted Youth,
Henry Cow,
Wally Richardson,
Minor Threat,
Scion,
Magazine,
Gastr Del Sol,
Alphaville,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Dead C,
The Human League,
Reagan Youth,
Severed Heads,
The Velvet Underground,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.