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 South Sudan and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Buzzcocks,
New Order,
Janne Schatter,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nik Kershaw,
The Evens,
Tropical Tobacco,
Parry Music,
Funkadelic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Zapp,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tim Buckley,
David Bowie,
The Star Department,
Tears for Fears,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
MC5,
Scratch Acid,
Liliput,
John Holt,
Moby Grape,
Tubeway Army,
Porter Ricks,
The Residents,
Fatback Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Panda Bear,
JFA,
Livin' Joy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soulsonic Force,
Dark Day,
The Beau Brummels,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Associates,
The Slackers,
Accadde A,
The Grass Roots,
Piero Umiliani,
Hashim,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fire Engines,
Barbara Tucker,
Flash Fearless,
June Days,
the Swans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Blossom Toes,
Circle Jerks,
Groovy Waters,
Newcleus,
The Seeds,
Amon Düül II,
Nirvana,
Boredoms,
Dual Sessions,
Arthur Verocai,
Section 25,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.