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 South Sudan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron 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 Siglo XX to the crunk 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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
David McCallum,
Radio Birdman,
Jerry's Kids,
Sex Pistols,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sixth Finger,
K-Klass,
Animal Collective,
Mr. Review,
The Buckinghams,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Zeros,
Rod Modell,
Minny Pops,
Sonny Sharrock,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Slits,
Donny Hathaway,
Yaz,
Dawn Penn,
Hasil Adkins,
Susan Cadogan,
Maleditus Sound,
Sun Ra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mantronix,
Grandmaster Flash,
Matthew Bourne,
Piero Umiliani,
Deakin,
R.M.O.,
Fear,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nick Fraelich,
Bronski Beat,
Sandy B,
Ornette Coleman,
Joe Smooth,
Letta Mbulu,
The Monochrome Set,
The Angels of Light,
New Order,
The Doors,
Marc Almond,
The Count Five,
Kool Moe Dee,
X-101,
The Victims,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lightning Bolt,
Al Stewart,
The Knickerbockers,
10cc,
Sonic Youth,
DNA,
JFA,
OOIOO,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.