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 Tonga and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Joensuu 1685 to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Pierre Henry,
Gang Gang Dance,
JFA,
Ohio Players,
Barry Ungar,
Tres Demented,
Minutemen,
Yellowson,
Saccharine Trust,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Fania All-Stars,
Supertramp,
Lindisfarne,
cv313,
Judy Mowatt,
Loose Ends,
Porter Ricks,
Ronnie Foster,
Sixth Finger,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kayak,
Essential Logic,
Sun City Girls,
Black Sheep,
Grey Daturas,
The Pretty Things,
Jeff Lynne,
T. Rex,
Trumans Water,
The Smoke,
The Mojo Men,
Symarip,
Eric Copeland,
Country Teasers,
The Monks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Drexciya,
The Real Kids,
Marshall Jefferson,
Parry Music,
Blancmange,
MC5,
Aaron Thompson,
Spoonie Gee,
Make Up,
Desert Stars,
Con Funk Shun,
Eve St. Jones,
Faust,
Todd Terry,
Prince Buster,
Sarah Menescal,
John Holt,
Connie Case,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Sound,
Boz Scaggs,
Harmonia,
Agitation Free,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.