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 Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Jeff Lynne to the jazz 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Echospace,
Arab on Radar,
The Slackers,
The Offenders,
Mars,
Minor Threat,
Nas,
Flamin' Groovies,
Unrelated Segments,
X-102,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eden Ahbez,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mad Mike,
Underground Resistance,
Roy Ayers,
Todd Terry,
T.S.O.L.,
Scratch Acid,
Black Bananas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Vogues,
Faraquet,
Faust,
Mandrill,
Terrestrial Tones,
Y Pants,
the Bar-Kays,
David Axelrod,
The Fuzztones,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sarah Menescal,
Fluxion,
The Residents,
The Standells,
Moss Icon,
Pagans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Minutemen,
Frankie Knuckles,
Clear Light,
Lightning Bolt,
Slick Rick,
Chris & Cosey,
Neil Young,
Section 25,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wolf Eyes,
Quantec,
Metal Thangz,
In Retrospect,
Brand Nubian,
Eric Copeland,
Animal Collective,
Cecil Taylor,
The Evens,
The Victims,
Little Man,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.