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 Ukraine and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin 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 Banda Bassotti to the electroclash 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Harry Pussy,
Spandau Ballet,
Gang Green,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Qualms,
Chris Corsano,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mandrill,
The Blackbyrds,
Marvin Gaye,
Pussy Galore,
Goldenarms,
Talk Talk,
Bobby Womack,
Laurel Aitken,
Ornette Coleman,
Roxy Music,
Eddi Front,
Deakin,
Joey Negro,
John Holt,
Underground Resistance,
Quadrant,
Panda Bear,
Audionom,
The Electric Prunes,
Ohio Players,
Royal Trux,
Slave,
Soft Machine,
The Fuzztones,
Boogie Down Productions,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
ABC,
Maurizio,
Funkadelic,
Infiniti,
Faraquet,
The Beau Brummels,
Sarah Menescal,
This Heat,
The Stooges,
The Buckinghams,
Gregory Isaacs,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Bananas,
Television Personalities,
The Residents,
Au Pairs,
EPMD,
Byron Stingily,
Yaz,
The Monochrome Set,
Little Man,
One Last Wish,
Popol Vuh,
Crispy Ambulance,
10cc,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Interpol,
Marine Girls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.