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 South Sudan and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Model 500 to the rap 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
The Divine Comedy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Leonard Cohen,
Agent Orange,
Altered Images,
Delon & Dalcan,
Excepter,
Reuben Wilson,
Jeff Lynne,
Bootsy Collins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sister Nancy,
Agitation Free,
Nirvana,
Arthur Verocai,
Pole,
Gang Starr,
Minny Pops,
DJ Style,
Joensuu 1685,
ABBA,
Todd Terry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Audionom,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ronnie Foster,
The New Christs,
Spoonie Gee,
Desert Stars,
Cybotron,
The Gun Club,
The Neon Judgement,
Urselle,
Gabor Szabo,
The Searchers,
John Lydon,
Erykah Badu,
Bobby Womack,
One Last Wish,
Negative Approach,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Durutti Column,
Grandmaster Flash,
X-102,
Ronan,
The Barracudas,
Swell Maps,
Public Enemy,
Ken Boothe,
Eddi Front,
The Tremeloes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soul Sonic Force,
Junior Murvin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ossler,
Gichy Dan,
Max Romeo,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.