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 Colombia and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin 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 Suburban Knight to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sun Ra,
Fat Boys,
Minnie Riperton,
Negative Approach,
Radio Birdman,
Grauzone,
Japan,
Grey Daturas,
Connie Case,
Black Sheep,
the Fania All-Stars,
Zero Boys,
The Grass Roots,
Young Marble Giants,
Pierre Henry,
Amon Düül,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rufus Thomas,
Pantytec,
The Modern Lovers,
Danielle Patucci,
La Düsseldorf,
MC5,
kango's stein massive,
June of 44,
Soul Sonic Force,
Can,
Thompson Twins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gang Green,
Yaz,
Moebius,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Normal,
Kerrie Biddell,
The United States of America,
Shuggie Otis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Goldenarms,
Frankie Knuckles,
Al Stewart,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Spandau Ballet,
The Dirtbombs,
Gang Starr,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roxette,
Rites of Spring,
Bill Near,
Juan Atkins,
Bob Dylan,
Brass Construction,
Hashim,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Avey Tare,
Warren Ellis,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.