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 Luxembourg and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the jazz 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Peter & Gordon,
Cheater Slicks,
Main Source,
Matthew Halsall,
The Count Five,
Ludus,
Terry Callier,
Sarah Menescal,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sun Ra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Urselle,
OOIOO,
Black Pus,
Crooked Eye,
China Crisis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Parry Music,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Red Krayola,
Dead Boys,
Scion,
Sam Rivers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Flag,
Kurtis Blow,
The Toasters,
Eli Mardock,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lower 48,
Ossler,
Rotary Connection,
Pierre Henry,
Brick,
Bush Tetras,
Mo-Dettes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Faust,
The Beau Brummels,
ABBA,
The Smiths,
Suburban Knight,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Aswad,
Jacques Brel,
The Saints,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Electric Prunes,
Delta 5,
Shuggie Otis,
Crispian St. Peters,
MDC,
The Offenders,
Sun City Girls,
Maleditus Sound,
Eric Dolphy,
Neu!,
Reuben Wilson,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.