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 Norway and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
The Slits,
U.S. Maple,
H. Thieme,
Tomorrow,
Hardrive,
Hashim,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Radio Birdman,
John Foxx,
Eve St. Jones,
LL Cool J,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The J.B.'s,
Alice Coltrane,
The Knickerbockers,
E-Dancer,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lou Christie,
Saccharine Trust,
Archie Shepp,
Mantronix,
Donny Hathaway,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Piero Umiliani,
The Last Poets,
Gastr Del Sol,
Magma,
Kayak,
Rod Modell,
Bob Dylan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Country Teasers,
Massinfluence,
Juan Atkins,
Boredoms,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ossler,
Susan Cadogan,
Joey Negro,
Minny Pops,
Eli Mardock,
Lou Reed,
F. McDonald,
Moebius,
The Buckinghams,
The Sound,
Connie Case,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Remains,
Marvin Gaye,
Mark Hollis,
Rotary Connection,
Sun Ra,
Lower 48,
Oblivians,
The Leaves,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.