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 Suriname and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the techno 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Rufus Thomas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
K-Klass,
Mo-Dettes,
Lyres,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roger Hodgson,
The Wake,
Drive Like Jehu,
Toni Rubio,
Skriet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Electric Prunes,
DNA,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jerry's Kids,
MC5,
Ultimate Spinach,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Moon,
Con Funk Shun,
Surgeon,
Easy Going,
Peter & Gordon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Barclay James Harvest,
Arcadia,
Crime,
Bad Manners,
Depeche Mode,
Camberwell Now,
Dead Boys,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cameo,
Ten City,
Iggy Pop,
Gabor Szabo,
The Monochrome Set,
Sun Ra,
Joe Smooth,
Nas,
Stereo Dub,
KRS-One,
Crash Course in Science,
The Busters,
The Young Rascals,
Josef K,
Roxette,
The Kinks,
Jacob Miller,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
X-Ray Spex,
Nils Olav,
cv313,
Quadrant,
Jesper Dahlback,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Trojans,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Move,
Charles Mingus,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.