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 Cyprus and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Grass Roots to the rap 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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
The Remains,
X-102,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Maurizio,
Lakeside,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
D'Angelo,
Laurel Aitken,
Young Marble Giants,
the Sonics,
Darondo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Severed Heads,
DNA,
Blossom Toes,
The Smiths,
Peter & Gordon,
Main Source,
Howard Jones,
E-Dancer,
The Happenings,
Scientists,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
JFA,
Sparks,
Skriet,
Cybotron,
the Swans,
U.S. Maple,
Leonard Cohen,
The Black Dice,
Kevin Saunderson,
Unwound,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eurythmics,
Audionom,
The Gap Band,
The Seeds,
Mary Jane Girls,
Unrelated Segments,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Anakelly,
Eli Mardock,
The Busters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Byron Stingily,
These Immortal Souls,
Siglo XX,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Suburban Knight,
Nas,
Magazine,
Yusef Lateef,
The Birthday Party,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mars,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jerry's Kids,
Arab on Radar,
Moss Icon,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.