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 Netherlands and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
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 Kas Product to the funk 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Angels of Light,
Rekid,
La Düsseldorf,
Little Man,
Mr. Review,
Scientists,
Hoover,
Brick,
Trumans Water,
The Last Poets,
Jandek,
The Golliwogs,
Inner City,
Tom Boy,
Pulsallama,
The Cramps,
Iggy Pop,
Peter & Gordon,
Lalann,
The Real Kids,
Underground Resistance,
Marvin Gaye,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kerrie Biddell,
H. Thieme,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
James White and The Blacks,
Anakelly,
The Gladiators,
Cabaret Voltaire,
F. McDonald,
Girls At Our Best!,
Don Cherry,
Spandau Ballet,
Brothers Johnson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Faraquet,
Eli Mardock,
Lou Reed,
Television Personalities,
Rod Modell,
The Dead C,
Roxette,
Joe Smooth,
The Gories,
Marine Girls,
Barbara Tucker,
Nation of Ulysses,
Radio Birdman,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nico,
Albert Ayler,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Moleskins,
Minor Threat,
The Martian,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.