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 Burundi and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Stockholm Monsters to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hoover,
The Mummies,
Aswad,
Eric Dolphy,
Aural Exciters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Avey Tare,
Dead Boys,
Niagra,
June Days,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Sonics,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tres Demented,
Skarface,
Bauhaus,
Grandmaster Flash,
Monks,
Swell Maps,
Radio Birdman,
KRS-One,
The Count Five,
Joe Finger,
Steve Hackett,
Wally Richardson,
Todd Rundgren,
Cluster,
Lou Reed,
Sparks,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fortunes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Andrew Hill,
Sight & Sound,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sällskapet,
Magazine,
Royal Trux,
Nick Fraelich,
The Cosmic Jokers,
David Bowie,
Soft Cell,
Alison Limerick,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Bananas,
Index,
Brick,
Popol Vuh,
Minor Threat,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tomorrow,
Terry Callier,
Q and Not U,
Circle Jerks,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.