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 Australia and from Cairo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fugs to the techno 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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Television Personalities,
Lyres,
Pere Ubu,
Sexual Harrassment,
China Crisis,
The Pop Group,
F. McDonald,
Pantaleimon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lungfish,
Roger Hodgson,
The Mojo Men,
Banda Bassotti,
Maleditus Sound,
Crooked Eye,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sound Behaviour,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Los Fastidios,
The Moody Blues,
Roy Ayers,
Von Mondo,
Tom Boy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
This Heat,
The New Christs,
Colin Newman,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Pus,
Deakin,
Tres Demented,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Popol Vuh,
Drexciya,
Dual Sessions,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pussy Galore,
KRS-One,
Motorama,
Stiv Bators,
Q65,
L. Decosne,
Audionom,
the Bar-Kays,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Quantec,
Stereo Dub,
The Velvet Underground,
Junior Murvin,
Surgeon,
Chrome,
Pagans,
Marc Almond,
Brand Nubian,
Pet Shop Boys,
Spandau Ballet,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.