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 Monaco and from New York.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb 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 The Electric Prunes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Max Romeo,
Cameo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ralphi Rosario,
Swans,
Fugazi,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joe Smooth,
The Victims,
Stetsasonic,
Peter and Kerry,
Tres Demented,
Panda Bear,
Cluster,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cabaret Voltaire,
KRS-One,
10cc,
Ronnie Foster,
The Standells,
Pharoah Sanders,
Aural Exciters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Knickerbockers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Skarface,
The Divine Comedy,
Aaron Thompson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Vladislav Delay,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Terry Callier,
Ludus,
Wings,
Sparks,
U.S. Maple,
A Certain Ratio,
Ultra Naté,
Brothers Johnson,
The Residents,
Fort Wilson Riot,
LL Cool J,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bluetip,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marvin Gaye,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
R.M.O.,
FM Einheit,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wire,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wolf Eyes,
Scott Walker,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.