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 Guatemala and from Salvador.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe 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 Blancmange to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Ludus,
Moebius,
Crispy Ambulance,
Donny Hathaway,
John Foxx,
The Divine Comedy,
Robert Hood,
The Walker Brothers,
Public Enemy,
Main Source,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soul Sonic Force,
Funky Four + One,
Graham Central Station,
This Heat,
Johnny Osbourne,
Supertramp,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joyce Sims,
Erykah Badu,
The Flesh Eaters,
Malaria!,
Sugar Minott,
Kurtis Blow,
Niagra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Cure,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kenny Larkin,
Rhythm & Sound,
New York Dolls,
Country Teasers,
Echospace,
DJ Sneak,
L. Decosne,
The Fuzztones,
The Selecter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Shuggie Otis,
Chris Corsano,
Cal Tjader,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
DJ Style,
The Monochrome Set,
Sound Behaviour,
The Standells,
Juan Atkins,
David Axelrod,
KRS-One,
The Blues Magoos,
The Sound,
Judy Mowatt,
Big Daddy Kane,
The New Christs,
Trumans Water,
Jeff Mills,
Pagans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.