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 Hungary and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Audionom to the techno 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Blossom Toes,
Yusef Lateef,
Gil Scott Heron,
Au Pairs,
The Vogues,
Public Image Ltd.,
Glenn Branca,
The Birthday Party,
John Cale,
the Swans,
Sun Ra,
Vainqueur,
Loose Ends,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
China Crisis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Sonics,
Fluxion,
Matthew Halsall,
Brass Construction,
Letta Mbulu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kerri Chandler,
Skaos,
Oneida,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Adolescents,
Peter & Gordon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Avey Tare,
The Fall,
Cecil Taylor,
Faraquet,
The Last Poets,
The Buckinghams,
Camberwell Now,
The Happenings,
Electric Prunes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Derrick May,
Cybotron,
MDC,
Soulsonic Force,
Jawbox,
Bob Dylan,
Gichy Dan,
the Normal,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Television,
The Litter,
Lalann,
Ludus,
Janne Schatter,
The Pop Group,
Talk Talk,
F. McDonald,
Easy Going,
Lindisfarne,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.