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 Gambia and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Desert Stars to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Sound Behaviour,
The Mummies,
Jeff Lynne,
Ice-T,
Robert Görl,
June Days,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Interpol,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Darondo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Star Department,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cal Tjader,
Slave,
Mo-Dettes,
Whodini,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Alphaville,
Alton Ellis,
Steve Hackett,
The Real Kids,
The Toasters,
Deakin,
Lou Christie,
Eric Copeland,
Wire,
Audionom,
Arcadia,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Delta 5,
Roger Hodgson,
Au Pairs,
Barry Ungar,
Can,
Man Eating Sloth,
F. McDonald,
Funkadelic,
Visage,
the Slits,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tropical Tobacco,
Moebius,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Invisible,
Khruangbin,
the Human League,
Lyres,
Black Sheep,
Sister Nancy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Man Parrish,
The Trojans,
Crooked Eye,
Pagans,
Jandek,
Massinfluence,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ornette Coleman,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.