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 Greece and from Lille.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Roxette to the crunk 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Lakeside,
Al Stewart,
Nas,
Nation of Ulysses,
Spoonie Gee,
Bill Wells,
Robert Görl,
Warren Ellis,
Gabor Szabo,
Bill Near,
Marvin Gaye,
Simply Red,
Lou Christie,
Gang Green,
The Star Department,
The Last Poets,
Grandmaster Flash,
World's Most,
Television Personalities,
Fugazi,
Fear,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ponytail,
Patti Smith,
Animal Collective,
Black Moon,
The United States of America,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Flesh Eaters,
Negative Approach,
Interpol,
Country Teasers,
Pharoah Sanders,
X-102,
the Normal,
Wire,
the Bar-Kays,
Grey Daturas,
Index,
Blancmange,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eli Mardock,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Kinks,
The Residents,
Pantytec,
Matthew Halsall,
The Blackbyrds,
Thompson Twins,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roxy Music,
Ohio Players,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Icehouse,
Barrington Levy,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.