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 Mauritania and from Cairo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Alison Limerick to the grime 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments 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 Germs,
Leonard Cohen,
Trumans Water,
Porter Ricks,
The Blues Magoos,
Roy Ayers,
Nik Kershaw,
Bill Near,
B.T. Express,
Alice Coltrane,
The Knickerbockers,
Eden Ahbez,
Fela Kuti,
The Modern Lovers,
K-Klass,
Gang Green,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Freddie Wadling,
The Vogues,
Alison Limerick,
Erykah Badu,
Erasure,
The Smoke,
Bill Wells,
The Black Dice,
Crispian St. Peters,
Avey Tare,
Boredoms,
Nick Fraelich,
Barry Ungar,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Khruangbin,
Jeff Lynne,
cv313,
Cal Tjader,
Susan Cadogan,
Dead Boys,
The Last Poets,
Minutemen,
Max Romeo,
Toni Rubio,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Tremeloes,
Nils Olav,
ABC,
The Doobie Brothers,
kango's stein massive,
The Selecter,
the Swans,
the Association,
New Age Steppers,
Chris Corsano,
CMW,
The Real Kids,
Bobby Sherman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nirvana,
Soft Machine,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.