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 Romania and from Woodstock.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 48th St. Collective to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Rakim,
Rites of Spring,
Yazoo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Quadrant,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fire Engines,
Aural Exciters,
Erykah Badu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Big Daddy Kane,
Spandau Ballet,
Swell Maps,
Radiopuhelimet,
Theoretical Girls,
The Busters,
Brick,
The Motions,
The New Christs,
Faraquet,
Slick Rick,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Warsaw,
The Gap Band,
The Trojans,
Cecil Taylor,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
In Retrospect,
John Cale,
The Pretty Things,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobby Byrd,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hasil Adkins,
Frankie Knuckles,
Young Marble Giants,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kaleidoscope,
Deepchord,
Soul Sonic Force,
Schoolly D,
Talk Talk,
Popol Vuh,
Adolescents,
Traffic Nightmare,
Procol Harum,
The Buckinghams,
Oneida,
The Standells,
Average White Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Selecter,
Archie Shepp,
Icehouse,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.