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 Dominican Republic and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ornette Coleman to the dance 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Germs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Buckinghams,
Pussy Galore,
Von Mondo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Bar-Kays,
Soulsonic Force,
Laurel Aitken,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ossler,
Derrick Morgan,
Technova,
Iggy Pop,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Music Machine,
Royal Trux,
Rod Modell,
48th St. Collective,
Gang Starr,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lakeside,
Hardrive,
Janne Schatter,
Byron Stingily,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Goldenarms,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Monks,
The Toasters,
Ronan,
Aural Exciters,
The Sound,
Agent Orange,
Marvin Gaye,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Stetsasonic,
Tres Demented,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Anakelly,
L. Decosne,
Motorama,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Delon & Dalcan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sixth Finger,
Pet Shop Boys,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eric Copeland,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Human League,
kango's stein massive,
Negative Approach,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.