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 Mongolia and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Arthur Verocai to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
The Kinks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Colin Newman,
Black Moon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sugar Minott,
The New Christs,
Amon Düül II,
Buzzcocks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Peter and Kerry,
Circle Jerks,
Godley & Creme,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Modern Lovers,
Scientists,
John Coltrane,
Harry Pussy,
FM Einheit,
Eden Ahbez,
Deadbeat,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sandy B,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Germs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Moby Grape,
Barclay James Harvest,
Alphaville,
Severed Heads,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Qualms,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Knickerbockers,
H. Thieme,
Fatback Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tom Boy,
Morten Harket,
The Detroit Cobras,
Boogie Down Productions,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
June of 44,
Oneida,
Wally Richardson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Wake,
The Stooges,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joe Finger,
Bronski Beat,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jeff Mills,
Amazonics,
Jeru the Damaja,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.