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 Serbia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Suburban Knight 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Cal Tjader,
Absolute Body Control,
The Blackbyrds,
Boz Scaggs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
10cc,
Erasure,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rosa Yemen,
K-Klass,
Godley & Creme,
Pantytec,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Sheep,
Gerry Rafferty,
Smog,
Marmalade,
Guru Guru,
Funkadelic,
Porter Ricks,
The Gladiators,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lou Christie,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mr. Review,
The Beau Brummels,
Sight & Sound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Sonics,
The Index,
Stetsasonic,
Curtis Mayfield,
Procol Harum,
Joy Division,
Tim Buckley,
Yazoo,
Deakin,
Wings,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
X-102,
Pussy Galore,
Gang Starr,
Babytalk,
Man Parrish,
Sam Rivers,
Carl Craig,
Cluster,
Rites of Spring,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
kango's stein massive,
La Düsseldorf,
Glenn Branca,
The Gories,
Bang On A Can,
Monolake,
B.T. Express,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Alice Coltrane,
Joyce Sims,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.