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 Columbus.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb 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 Rhythm & Sound to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Eden Ahbez,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Isaac Hayes,
Fluxion,
Derrick Morgan,
The Count Five,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Harmonia,
Ken Boothe,
Skarface,
The Happenings,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pere Ubu,
The Smiths,
Amon Düül,
Kas Product,
Derrick May,
Metal Thangz,
Anthony Braxton,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nils Olav,
Johnny Clarke,
Aloha Tigers,
Blancmange,
cv313,
Vainqueur,
Underground Resistance,
The Neon Judgement,
EPMD,
Thee Headcoats,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Circle Jerks,
Visage,
Gong,
Yusef Lateef,
Scan 7,
The Cowsills,
Camouflage,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Steve Hackett,
The Angels of Light,
Max Romeo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Newcleus,
The Modern Lovers,
Brand Nubian,
Bobby Womack,
The Selecter,
Albert Ayler,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pulsallama,
Cal Tjader,
Intrusion,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scientists,
Pussy Galore,
La Düsseldorf,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.