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 Taiwan and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin 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 Soft Machine to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
The Flesh Eaters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gang Green,
Thee Headcoats,
Underground Resistance,
Carl Craig,
Neil Young,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Zeros,
the Human League,
Pussy Galore,
D'Angelo,
Qualms,
The Gun Club,
Ronan,
Babytalk,
Mr. Review,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rites of Spring,
Country Teasers,
La Düsseldorf,
Oblivians,
Barbara Tucker,
ABC,
Nirvana,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jacques Brel,
Stockholm Monsters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nico,
Supertramp,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lindisfarne,
The Fall,
Max Romeo,
Kenny Larkin,
The Evens,
Cal Tjader,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The New Christs,
Ituana,
the Normal,
Eyeless In Gaza,
F. McDonald,
The Offenders,
Mandrill,
Joey Negro,
Thompson Twins,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cecil Taylor,
Swans,
Ponytail,
Cheater Slicks,
John Holt,
Lungfish,
The Dave Clark Five,
Quando Quango,
Sonic Youth,
Basic Channel,
Mad Mike,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.