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 Grenada and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 The Motions to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
The Music Machine,
Crispian St. Peters,
Josef K,
The Cramps,
kango's stein massive,
Howard Jones,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobby Womack,
Fat Boys,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eric Dolphy,
James White and The Blacks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eddi Front,
The Trojans,
Oblivians,
Arthur Verocai,
Nik Kershaw,
E-Dancer,
John Coltrane,
Brick,
Jandek,
Pylon,
DJ Style,
Skriet,
Talk Talk,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Liliput,
Stetsasonic,
The Sound,
Juan Atkins,
Siglo XX,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Suicide,
Depeche Mode,
Roxette,
Girls At Our Best!,
DNA,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Masters at Work,
The Cure,
Tres Demented,
Icehouse,
Urselle,
Anthony Braxton,
Eurythmics,
Livin' Joy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cecil Taylor,
R.M.O.,
Bob Dylan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Black Sheep,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.