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 Mozambique and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
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 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 Michael McDonald 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 Mr. Review to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Neu!,
F. McDonald,
Pharoah Sanders,
Shuggie Otis,
Ultravox,
Little Man,
Jacques Brel,
The Mojo Men,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sun City Girls,
Arcadia,
KRS-One,
JFA,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Public Enemy,
Maurizio,
Marine Girls,
Oblivians,
the Germs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Brick,
the Bar-Kays,
The Beau Brummels,
Warren Ellis,
Laurel Aitken,
The Music Machine,
Morten Harket,
Rosa Yemen,
Newcleus,
Janne Schatter,
Hoover,
Brass Construction,
Bush Tetras,
Yellowson,
Crash Course in Science,
Subhumans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
X-102,
Magma,
Swans,
Wasted Youth,
Sound Behaviour,
the Association,
Minutemen,
Talk Talk,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Radiohead,
Skarface,
The Saints,
Marmalade,
Blossom Toes,
Skriet,
Unrelated Segments,
Fear,
The Dirtbombs,
Erykah Badu,
Deadbeat,
UT,
Mantronix,
10cc,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.