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 Chile and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Livin' Joy to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
The Busters,
Quantec,
Intrusion,
Idris Muhammad,
Guru Guru,
Mission of Burma,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cal Tjader,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Peter & Gordon,
Franke,
Pylon,
The Fall,
Lyres,
Sister Nancy,
Arab on Radar,
Althea and Donna,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mr. Review,
Soul Sonic Force,
La Düsseldorf,
Hoover,
Barclay James Harvest,
Magma,
Jimmy McGriff,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Television Personalities,
Leonard Cohen,
Moss Icon,
The Smiths,
Mary Jane Girls,
Y Pants,
Rosa Yemen,
Ash Ra Tempel,
David McCallum,
Sam Rivers,
Moebius,
Spoonie Gee,
Crash Course in Science,
The Offenders,
Slick Rick,
Shuggie Otis,
T. Rex,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
DJ Style,
The Modern Lovers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Oblivians,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fugs,
The Slits,
Joe Finger,
Quadrant,
the Fania All-Stars,
Stetsasonic,
Kenny Larkin,
Jerry's Kids,
The Cowsills,
Subhumans,
Reuben Wilson,
Fad Gadget,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.