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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Calgary.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord 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 The Busters to the electroclash 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Wasted Youth,
Toni Rubio,
The Gladiators,
Talk Talk,
Colin Newman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The J.B.'s,
Lou Christie,
Juan Atkins,
The Associates,
Hardrive,
The Blues Magoos,
Chris Corsano,
Skaos,
Audionom,
kango's stein massive,
Dead Boys,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Parry Music,
The Count Five,
Man Eating Sloth,
Erykah Badu,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Litter,
Clear Light,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Mojo Men,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Schoolly D,
The Fugs,
Joensuu 1685,
Motorama,
Tears for Fears,
Frankie Knuckles,
London Community Gospel Choir,
T.S.O.L.,
The Stooges,
the Bar-Kays,
The Move,
Kayak,
Crispy Ambulance,
Zapp,
Blake Baxter,
Agent Orange,
Thompson Twins,
Oneida,
The Pretty Things,
Fatback Band,
Bobby Womack,
Bill Near,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hasil Adkins,
Crooked Eye,
The Five Americans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Make Up,
L. Decosne,
The Residents,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.