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 Comoros and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Darondo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
The Mojo Men,
The Happenings,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Holt,
Absolute Body Control,
Half Japanese,
Crooked Eye,
Kurtis Blow,
Ralphi Rosario,
Can,
Eve St. Jones,
Radiopuhelimet,
Agent Orange,
The Black Dice,
Bill Wells,
Ponytail,
Pussy Galore,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marine Girls,
Avey Tare,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
New Order,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Sheep,
Television Personalities,
Bobby Sherman,
Soft Machine,
DJ Style,
Joey Negro,
Buzzcocks,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Motions,
Lou Reed,
Qualms,
Tommy Roe,
Slave,
The Gladiators,
Blossom Toes,
Japan,
The Saints,
Neu!,
Yazoo,
Infiniti,
Deepchord,
the Bar-Kays,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roxette,
Ituana,
Electric Prunes,
Scan 7,
the Slits,
Lyres,
Oblivians,
Patti Smith,
Khruangbin,
Amon Düül,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Easy Going,
The J.B.'s,
The Leaves,
Sällskapet,
the Sonics,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.