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 Honduras and from Lagos.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Sonny Sharrock to the techno 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Scrapy,
Aloha Tigers,
Andrew Hill,
Pulsallama,
Bizarre Inc.,
Godley & Creme,
Ice-T,
Bill Near,
Nation of Ulysses,
Television Personalities,
Chris & Cosey,
Hasil Adkins,
Franke,
Juan Atkins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Monks,
kango's stein massive,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
JFA,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Danielle Patucci,
Donny Hathaway,
The American Breed,
Jeff Lynne,
Susan Cadogan,
Banda Bassotti,
Yaz,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mr. Review,
Tim Buckley,
The Gories,
Basic Channel,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lou Christie,
Nils Olav,
Prince Buster,
Todd Rundgren,
Deepchord,
The Move,
The Walker Brothers,
Ten City,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Blancmange,
Newcleus,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Bar-Kays,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nick Fraelich,
Sam Rivers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
MC5,
Hoover,
The United States of America,
The Victims,
The Star Department,
Heaven 17,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Iggy Pop,
The Cramps,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.