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 Iran and from Columbus.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Roxy Music to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Marshall Jefferson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Janne Schatter,
Nico,
Reuben Wilson,
Jacob Miller,
Kaleidoscope,
EPMD,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
X-102,
Wally Richardson,
Jandek,
Stereo Dub,
The Sonics,
The Saints,
10cc,
Joe Finger,
The Knickerbockers,
Bluetip,
Jeff Mills,
The Leaves,
Can,
Aswad,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Sonics,
Tom Boy,
Carl Craig,
Junior Murvin,
Gong,
David Bowie,
Second Layer,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Pretty Things,
Jeff Lynne,
T. Rex,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Half Japanese,
Skriet,
The Blackbyrds,
Joe Smooth,
Robert Görl,
Parry Music,
Cheater Slicks,
Franke,
China Crisis,
Con Funk Shun,
a-ha,
Juan Atkins,
Marvin Gaye,
Drexciya,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Terrestrial Tones,
Duran Duran,
Piero Umiliani,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Velvet Underground,
Popol Vuh,
The Martian,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.