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 Liechtenstein and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 chamberlin 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 Toni Rubio to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Clear Light,
The Busters,
Derrick May,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eli Mardock,
Ken Boothe,
Frankie Knuckles,
EPMD,
Buzzcocks,
Amon Düül,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fad Gadget,
Sun Ra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Alison Limerick,
the Germs,
The Index,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Deadbeat,
Goldenarms,
Aural Exciters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Toni Rubio,
The Blackbyrds,
Bronski Beat,
Con Funk Shun,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Shuggie Otis,
Idris Muhammad,
The Slits,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
New Order,
Young Marble Giants,
These Immortal Souls,
The Birthday Party,
Robert Wyatt,
Slave,
Scott Walker,
Eddi Front,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
T. Rex,
Spandau Ballet,
The Velvet Underground,
Scion,
Eric Dolphy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soulsonic Force,
Don Cherry,
Hardrive,
June of 44,
Fat Boys,
The Electric Prunes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lucky Dragons,
Henry Cow,
The Motions,
Robert Hood,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.