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 Nauru and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
The Litter,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Durutti Column,
the Normal,
Camberwell Now,
Pantytec,
John Cale,
Sparks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Albert Ayler,
Marvin Gaye,
Sex Pistols,
Idris Muhammad,
Ultra Naté,
Rufus Thomas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Alton Ellis,
Whodini,
Hoover,
Con Funk Shun,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roy Ayers,
Jawbox,
Soulsonic Force,
Fela Kuti,
Brothers Johnson,
Basic Channel,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Andrew Hill,
The Black Dice,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dark Day,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Leaves,
Essential Logic,
Soft Machine,
Royal Trux,
Minutemen,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Smoke,
F. McDonald,
Reuben Wilson,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Monochrome Set,
B.T. Express,
Yazoo,
Nas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Selecter,
Youth Brigade,
The Electric Prunes,
Nirvana,
The Birthday Party,
The Blues Magoos,
H. Thieme,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ohio Players,
the Bar-Kays,
Kaleidoscope,
Ludus,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.