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 Senegal and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Black Dice to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
These Immortal Souls,
The Black Dice,
Kayak,
Judy Mowatt,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Neil Young,
Quadrant,
Cheater Slicks,
Toni Rubio,
The Fuzztones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Infiniti,
L. Decosne,
The Seeds,
Joensuu 1685,
Ituana,
Sixth Finger,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Aswad,
Average White Band,
AZ,
Marine Girls,
Lou Christie,
Dual Sessions,
Lalo Schifrin,
Little Man,
Saccharine Trust,
Brass Construction,
The Residents,
Andrew Hill,
Hashim,
David Bowie,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Shoche,
Lucky Dragons,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Sonics,
Marc Almond,
Rotary Connection,
June of 44,
Lower 48,
Chris & Cosey,
Swans,
Sun Ra,
Theoretical Girls,
Hot Snakes,
K-Klass,
Pole,
Von Mondo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ken Boothe,
Thee Headcoats,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bobby Sherman,
Mr. Review,
Q65,
The Golliwogs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Dead C,
Skaos,
Organ,
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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.