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 Suriname and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Donald Fagen 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 Patti Smith to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Soul II Soul,
Chris & Cosey,
Aloha Tigers,
The Star Department,
The Gun Club,
Panda Bear,
Faraquet,
This Heat,
The Knickerbockers,
Lower 48,
The Leaves,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
David Bowie,
John Cale,
Brass Construction,
The Cowsills,
Flash Fearless,
The American Breed,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Charles Mingus,
T. Rex,
Pere Ubu,
K-Klass,
Cameo,
Pulsallama,
China Crisis,
Minny Pops,
Underground Resistance,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Groovy Waters,
Joy Division,
Oneida,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Victims,
The Grass Roots,
June of 44,
Rites of Spring,
Michelle Simonal,
Vainqueur,
Brothers Johnson,
Magma,
Bob Dylan,
Morten Harket,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Iggy Pop,
Sixth Finger,
Pantaleimon,
Q and Not U,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Sheep,
Rod Modell,
Public Image Ltd.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wings,
Piero Umiliani,
Minnie Riperton,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Albert Ayler,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Yusef Lateef,
Cal Tjader,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.