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 Latvia and from Manila.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ 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 Cecil Taylor to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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 Misunderstood,
Warren Ellis,
Bizarre Inc.,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Count Five,
48th St. Collective,
Peter and Kerry,
Essential Logic,
Cecil Taylor,
Arcadia,
Depeche Mode,
Icehouse,
The Buckinghams,
Roxy Music,
Arab on Radar,
The Smoke,
Sandy B,
Reuben Wilson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Young Marble Giants,
Davy DMX,
Mary Jane Girls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sex Pistols,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fall,
Minutemen,
The Dead C,
Donny Hathaway,
Ludus,
Quantec,
Fluxion,
Quadrant,
Minor Threat,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Moebius,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Residents,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nik Kershaw,
Little Man,
Tim Buckley,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pantytec,
Kerrie Biddell,
Silicon Teens,
Eurythmics,
Lyres,
Mad Mike,
Camberwell Now,
Ultravox,
Jerry's Kids,
The Golliwogs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Human League,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Chrome,
Neil Young,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.