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 Turkey and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Patti Smith 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Mandrill,
Wasted Youth,
Eden Ahbez,
It's A Beautiful Day,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jeff Lynne,
Country Teasers,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Techniques,
China Crisis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Visage,
Audionom,
Soft Machine,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Stooges,
Lakeside,
The Names,
Chris & Cosey,
Rod Modell,
Idris Muhammad,
Gang Starr,
The Fire Engines,
The Martian,
Pagans,
Rekid,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Busters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Amazonics,
The Associates,
Yellowson,
Banda Bassotti,
The Searchers,
Q and Not U,
Spandau Ballet,
The Kinks,
T.S.O.L.,
One Last Wish,
Grey Daturas,
Mr. Review,
Janne Schatter,
Blancmange,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eve St. Jones,
Roger Hodgson,
Deakin,
The Tremeloes,
MC5,
Lebanon Hanover,
Man Parrish,
Bluetip,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Charles Mingus,
K-Klass,
Das Ding,
Crispy Ambulance,
Outsiders,
Masters at Work,
David Bowie,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.