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 Indonesia and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 MC5 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Rapeman,
Simply Red,
The Litter,
DJ Sneak,
The Blackbyrds,
Index,
Boz Scaggs,
Aural Exciters,
Drexciya,
the Normal,
Parry Music,
Brass Construction,
Country Teasers,
The Cramps,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dawn Penn,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rosa Yemen,
Ice-T,
Reagan Youth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Little Man,
Television,
The Leaves,
Ornette Coleman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Animal Collective,
Tim Buckley,
the Soft Cell,
Fad Gadget,
Liliput,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Maleditus Sound,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wire,
Amon Düül,
Mantronix,
R.M.O.,
Sex Pistols,
The Selecter,
Jeff Mills,
Lungfish,
Circle Jerks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cabaret Voltaire,
These Immortal Souls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jerry's Kids,
Anthony Braxton,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kenny Larkin,
Kurtis Blow,
Ronan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pantaleimon,
Marine Girls,
Sixth Finger,
Kas Product,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.