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 Turkey and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Freddie Wadling to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Stockholm Monsters,
Isaac Hayes,
Terry Callier,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Kinks,
The Slackers,
Flipper,
Qualms,
Jimmy McGriff,
Yellowson,
The Neon Judgement,
F. McDonald,
Amon Düül,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Symarip,
Unrelated Segments,
Sparks,
Electric Prunes,
Gichy Dan,
Malaria!,
Reuben Wilson,
Groovy Waters,
The United States of America,
Surgeon,
The Fortunes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nils Olav,
Barry Ungar,
Can,
The Black Dice,
Delta 5,
Japan,
Rites of Spring,
Yazoo,
Alison Limerick,
Loose Ends,
Newcleus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bronski Beat,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hot Snakes,
the Germs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rotary Connection,
Pere Ubu,
La Düsseldorf,
Bill Wells,
The Five Americans,
Excepter,
the Normal,
Swell Maps,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wally Richardson,
Siglo XX,
Yaz,
The Red Krayola,
Easy Going,
Don Cherry,
Radiopuhelimet,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.