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 Kazakhstan and from Portland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 New York Dolls to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
DJ Style,
Au Pairs,
the Sonics,
Mary Jane Girls,
Minor Threat,
Panda Bear,
Kas Product,
Bang On A Can,
Curtis Mayfield,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Doobie Brothers,
Neil Young,
Whodini,
Ludus,
Japan,
Black Bananas,
LL Cool J,
Sound Behaviour,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Banda Bassotti,
Derrick May,
Neu!,
Bush Tetras,
Matthew Bourne,
Minny Pops,
Yazoo,
Quantec,
Nirvana,
Bob Dylan,
Suburban Knight,
A Certain Ratio,
Ohio Players,
Royal Trux,
Sight & Sound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Essential Logic,
The Detroit Cobras,
Second Layer,
Althea and Donna,
Ossler,
Marmalade,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Skatalites,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Radio Birdman,
The Music Machine,
The Blackbyrds,
The Last Poets,
Godley & Creme,
Dawn Penn,
Prince Buster,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Freddie Wadling,
Infiniti,
Boz Scaggs,
The Slits,
Dark Day,
Lou Reed,
Procol Harum,
Johnny Clarke,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.