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 Costa Rica and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Frankie Knuckles to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Malaria!,
F. McDonald,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Tremeloes,
Neil Young,
Can,
Arcadia,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Techniques,
Jesper Dahlback,
Erykah Badu,
Man Eating Sloth,
Colin Newman,
The Dirtbombs,
X-102,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tommy Roe,
Curtis Mayfield,
Junior Murvin,
Qualms,
Tears for Fears,
Flash Fearless,
Nico,
Freddie Wadling,
Eve St. Jones,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
T. Rex,
Ludus,
Von Mondo,
Ronan,
Nas,
Radiohead,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
R.M.O.,
Siglo XX,
The Searchers,
Minnie Riperton,
Pantaleimon,
Cheater Slicks,
Man Parrish,
Deadbeat,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Music Machine,
The Mojo Men,
OOIOO,
Alton Ellis,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rotary Connection,
La Düsseldorf,
June of 44,
Panda Bear,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Michelle Simonal,
Barry Ungar,
Marmalade,
Schoolly D,
The Kinks,
Little Man,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.