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 China and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes 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 Model 500 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Deepchord,
Alice Coltrane,
Intrusion,
Subhumans,
Nas,
The Misunderstood,
the Human League,
Judy Mowatt,
Gang Gang Dance,
kango's stein massive,
Agitation Free,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Archie Shepp,
Moebius,
The American Breed,
DJ Sneak,
Wasted Youth,
Lyres,
Rekid,
Rosa Yemen,
John Holt,
The Skatalites,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Peter & Gordon,
Bad Manners,
Lower 48,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Moon,
Clear Light,
Dawn Penn,
Soulsonic Force,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fifty Foot Hose,
PIL,
The Remains,
Rites of Spring,
Oblivians,
The Human League,
Bronski Beat,
Mad Mike,
Massinfluence,
Surgeon,
The Fire Engines,
Das Ding,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobby Byrd,
The Modern Lovers,
Radiohead,
D'Angelo,
Von Mondo,
Camberwell Now,
Brass Construction,
The Mummies,
Joey Negro,
Roy Ayers,
Amon Düül,
Nirvana,
Tim Buckley,
Mary Jane Girls,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.