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 Morocco and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin 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 Wally Richardson to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Funky Four + One,
Skarface,
The Moody Blues,
the Association,
the Swans,
The J.B.'s,
Model 500,
Smog,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Make Up,
The Golliwogs,
Jeff Lynne,
Heaven 17,
Unrelated Segments,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tubeway Army,
Ronan,
Peter & Gordon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Delta 5,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Moon,
The Skatalites,
Con Funk Shun,
Ponytail,
Cybotron,
Rosa Yemen,
Junior Murvin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Inner City,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Anakelly,
The Blues Magoos,
T.S.O.L.,
Lou Christie,
Organ,
Von Mondo,
The Techniques,
F. McDonald,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gabor Szabo,
Shuggie Otis,
The Grass Roots,
Procol Harum,
Curtis Mayfield,
Howard Jones,
Aural Exciters,
the Sonics,
Robert Görl,
The Dave Clark Five,
David Axelrod,
Donny Hathaway,
Soul II Soul,
Pussy Galore,
8 Eyed Spy,
Oneida,
Mantronix,
Tres Demented,
Susan Cadogan,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.