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 Kuwait and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Grey Daturas to the funk 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Easy Going,
Deadbeat,
Newcleus,
The Slits,
Kerrie Biddell,
Slave,
Black Pus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Visage,
H. Thieme,
Todd Rundgren,
Monolake,
In Retrospect,
Sugar Minott,
Ituana,
Ken Boothe,
Kayak,
Joe Finger,
Robert Wyatt,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Saccharine Trust,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mandrill,
Aural Exciters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kool Moe Dee,
Banda Bassotti,
Eurythmics,
Skaos,
Chris & Cosey,
Youth Brigade,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Los Fastidios,
Wally Richardson,
R.M.O.,
Harmonia,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Procol Harum,
Dawn Penn,
Grey Daturas,
Gichy Dan,
Jacob Miller,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Danielle Patucci,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Normal,
10cc,
Rakim,
The Cowsills,
Glenn Branca,
Scientists,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.