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 Moldova and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 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 Nils Olav to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Flipper,
Chrome,
Janne Schatter,
Ohio Players,
The Motions,
Robert Hood,
Talk Talk,
Glambeats Corp.,
Inner City,
DJ Sneak,
The Gladiators,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Minor Threat,
La Düsseldorf,
Saccharine Trust,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fear,
H. Thieme,
The Misunderstood,
Black Flag,
Moss Icon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tommy Roe,
The Fire Engines,
Loose Ends,
Alice Coltrane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Todd Rundgren,
Section 25,
Nick Fraelich,
Eden Ahbez,
Donald Byrd,
Anthony Braxton,
Thee Headcoats,
The Velvet Underground,
The Pretty Things,
Connie Case,
Robert Wyatt,
Kenny Larkin,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Circle Jerks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Erasure,
8 Eyed Spy,
Thompson Twins,
AZ,
Lightning Bolt,
Icehouse,
Dawn Penn,
The Human League,
Tres Demented,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Amon Düül II,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.