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 Portugal and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar 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 Bush Tetras to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eric Copeland,
Arcadia,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Make Up,
the Association,
The Techniques,
Byron Stingily,
Pharoah Sanders,
Alphaville,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sun City Girls,
Blossom Toes,
Tomorrow,
Black Pus,
Second Layer,
Ultimate Spinach,
OOIOO,
Joe Finger,
Harry Pussy,
Silicon Teens,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marine Girls,
Soul II Soul,
Roxette,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Star Department,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cecil Taylor,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pere Ubu,
Kas Product,
Moby Grape,
The Golliwogs,
Joey Negro,
Mark Hollis,
Mad Mike,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Last Poets,
Dawn Penn,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Kinks,
MDC,
Mandrill,
Danielle Patucci,
The American Breed,
Max Romeo,
Angry Samoans,
Adolescents,
T. Rex,
Scrapy,
John Cale,
Easy Going,
CMW,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dead Boys,
Organ,
The Smiths,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.