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 Burkina and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
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 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 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 Laurel Aitken to the grunge 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
The Techniques,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lucky Dragons,
Erykah Badu,
The Divine Comedy,
John Holt,
Nico,
Charles Mingus,
Guru Guru,
Chris Corsano,
Scion,
Cameo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Alphaville,
Slave,
Magma,
Wire,
Buzzcocks,
Peter and Kerry,
Rosa Yemen,
Piero Umiliani,
Pantaleimon,
Altered Images,
John Cale,
Marvin Gaye,
The Last Poets,
Erasure,
Eli Mardock,
Lakeside,
Grauzone,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joyce Sims,
Bob Dylan,
Bill Wells,
Mad Mike,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Five Americans,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Blackbyrds,
Wings,
Johnny Osbourne,
Shoche,
The Velvet Underground,
Crispy Ambulance,
Vainqueur,
Colin Newman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pussy Galore,
Bush Tetras,
Archie Shepp,
ABC,
Cybotron,
Infiniti,
Das Ding,
B.T. Express,
Mr. Review,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.