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 Sudan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes 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 Dorothy Ashby to the punk 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
The Busters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Thee Headcoats,
Alice Coltrane,
Barrington Levy,
Brick,
Symarip,
Stereo Dub,
The Pretty Things,
John Holt,
Duran Duran,
Wasted Youth,
Ludus,
The Alarm Clocks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
X-102,
Qualms,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Erykah Badu,
Sixth Finger,
The Vogues,
Unrelated Segments,
Skriet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joe Finger,
The United States of America,
Hoover,
Lyres,
the Human League,
The Last Poets,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Little Man,
Underground Resistance,
The Birthday Party,
Ituana,
Bang On A Can,
Agitation Free,
Jacques Brel,
Peter and Kerry,
Alton Ellis,
AZ,
Moss Icon,
Todd Rundgren,
Isaac Hayes,
K-Klass,
The Electric Prunes,
Altered Images,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Banda Bassotti,
The Monks,
Mark Hollis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Arab on Radar,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kayak,
The Zeros,
Neu!,
Animal Collective,
DJ Sneak,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.