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 Jamaica and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 June of 44 to the grime 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
kango's stein massive,
Ten City,
The Pretty Things,
The Dead C,
Yellowson,
Johnny Clarke,
Lalann,
Bad Manners,
The Gories,
Intrusion,
Todd Rundgren,
Heaven 17,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Skatalites,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hashim,
Kenny Larkin,
Rekid,
E-Dancer,
Stiv Bators,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Real Kids,
Ronnie Foster,
Qualms,
Echospace,
DJ Style,
Bush Tetras,
Colin Newman,
Nick Fraelich,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Franke,
Trumans Water,
Flash Fearless,
Radio Birdman,
Cluster,
John Holt,
Supertramp,
Crooked Eye,
OOIOO,
The Golliwogs,
T.S.O.L.,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pylon,
Jeff Lynne,
The Sonics,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Rites of Spring,
Sam Rivers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mo-Dettes,
MC5,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.