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 China and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Sight & Sound to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Yaz,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Juan Atkins,
Supertramp,
Negative Approach,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gang Green,
Jimmy McGriff,
New Order,
Sun Ra,
Ludus,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fall,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Seeds,
Oblivians,
Bobby Sherman,
New York Dolls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Urselle,
The Fugs,
The Toasters,
Organ,
Drexciya,
Erykah Badu,
David McCallum,
The Fuzztones,
Scion,
Stiv Bators,
Terry Callier,
Johnny Osbourne,
K-Klass,
Gang of Four,
June Days,
Lalann,
Lindisfarne,
FM Einheit,
48th St. Collective,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
CMW,
KRS-One,
Blancmange,
The Angels of Light,
Alton Ellis,
Talk Talk,
The Buckinghams,
Chrome,
Zero Boys,
The Saints,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Stooges,
Brothers Johnson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wasted Youth,
The Standells,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pagans,
John Coltrane,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.