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 Algeria and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fluxion to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
the Soft Cell,
The Barracudas,
Michelle Simonal,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Qualms,
Rites of Spring,
The Misunderstood,
Pylon,
Eden Ahbez,
Bad Manners,
The Fall,
Marc Almond,
Moss Icon,
Whodini,
Barrington Levy,
Kayak,
Au Pairs,
The Associates,
Rhythm & Sound,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roy Ayers,
Thee Headcoats,
Gang Green,
The Dirtbombs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nation of Ulysses,
Dark Day,
In Retrospect,
Model 500,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Symarip,
The Skatalites,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tommy Roe,
The Grass Roots,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sound Behaviour,
Crash Course in Science,
Dave Gahan,
The Cramps,
ABC,
New York Dolls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Susan Cadogan,
Avey Tare,
Fat Boys,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Harpers Bizarre,
Arab on Radar,
Tim Buckley,
Agitation Free,
Arcadia,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Vogues,
Joe Finger,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Yusef Lateef,
Anakelly,
Mr. Review,
Malaria!,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.