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 Comoros and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Marcia Griffiths 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Scott Walker,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Delta 5,
Fluxion,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Flamin' Groovies,
Electric Prunes,
Eden Ahbez,
John Holt,
Eric Dolphy,
Kaleidoscope,
The Beau Brummels,
Babytalk,
Pantaleimon,
Lightning Bolt,
Iggy Pop,
FM Einheit,
PIL,
ABC,
Tom Boy,
Cecil Taylor,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Barracudas,
Whodini,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Grauzone,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Avey Tare,
Pet Shop Boys,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Vladislav Delay,
The Leaves,
Crash Course in Science,
Ponytail,
Patti Smith,
Lalann,
Deakin,
The Sound,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sällskapet,
Barry Ungar,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Groovy Waters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lou Christie,
Theoretical Girls,
Nas,
Sonic Youth,
The Black Dice,
The Misunderstood,
The Dead C,
Ituana,
One Last Wish,
A Certain Ratio,
The Vogues,
Barrington Levy,
Hasil Adkins,
Toni Rubio,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.