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 Liechtenstein and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 The Martian to the grime 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
48th St. Collective,
Kas Product,
the Bar-Kays,
Pantaleimon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dark Day,
Deadbeat,
Sixth Finger,
Bluetip,
Q and Not U,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lou Reed,
The Monks,
Hot Snakes,
Ituana,
The Dirtbombs,
Y Pants,
Von Mondo,
Amon Düül II,
Mo-Dettes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Anakelly,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Procol Harum,
The Raincoats,
The Gap Band,
Chrome,
New York Dolls,
Bauhaus,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Beau Brummels,
John Coltrane,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tim Buckley,
David Bowie,
Stetsasonic,
Audionom,
Judy Mowatt,
Swans,
Alice Coltrane,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
DNA,
Suicide,
the Swans,
Patti Smith,
Lakeside,
Roy Ayers,
Black Moon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Whodini,
Hashim,
Erykah Badu,
Ronnie Foster,
The Red Krayola,
Dawn Penn,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marshall Jefferson,
Max Romeo,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.