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 Barbados and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Darondo to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Idris Muhammad,
Q and Not U,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Trumans Water,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Gories,
John Foxx,
Simply Red,
Mr. Review,
Marshall Jefferson,
Todd Terry,
kango's stein massive,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bill Near,
Tommy Roe,
Kas Product,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eve St. Jones,
Ornette Coleman,
Vladislav Delay,
F. McDonald,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rufus Thomas,
Flamin' Groovies,
Magazine,
Aloha Tigers,
June Days,
Ponytail,
Q65,
X-Ray Spex,
Main Source,
Wings,
Anakelly,
The Cure,
Danielle Patucci,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roxette,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sound Behaviour,
Fela Kuti,
Harmonia,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Janne Schatter,
The Sonics,
Yusef Lateef,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Flesh Eaters,
Flipper,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nik Kershaw,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dennis Brown,
Porter Ricks,
Au Pairs,
Franke,
Jacques Brel,
Funky Four + One,
Motorama,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.