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 Bahamas and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Tres Demented to the punk 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Sister Nancy,
June Days,
UT,
Severed Heads,
Judy Mowatt,
Kaleidoscope,
Juan Atkins,
Charles Mingus,
Anakelly,
Lyres,
Alice Coltrane,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Gun Club,
Public Enemy,
Trumans Water,
The Velvet Underground,
Suicide,
Neil Young,
Jawbox,
The Barracudas,
Niagra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Curtis Mayfield,
Connie Case,
The Real Kids,
Tim Buckley,
Y Pants,
The Cramps,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Amazonics,
Pere Ubu,
Cheater Slicks,
The Durutti Column,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joy Division,
the Swans,
a-ha,
Eurythmics,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Skatalites,
Mary Jane Girls,
Los Fastidios,
The Cowsills,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sight & Sound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Star Department,
Grauzone,
Pussy Galore,
Depeche Mode,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bootsy Collins,
Donald Byrd,
Moby Grape,
Urselle,
La Düsseldorf,
Tropical Tobacco,
Warsaw,
Tom Boy,
Pulsallama,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.