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 Bahamas 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the grime 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Alice Coltrane,
Silicon Teens,
Jesper Dahlback,
Model 500,
Arab on Radar,
Lightning Bolt,
Marc Almond,
Wings,
John Coltrane,
Whodini,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sällskapet,
Gerry Rafferty,
Spoonie Gee,
Mark Hollis,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fall,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Main Source,
The Kinks,
Brass Construction,
Los Fastidios,
DJ Style,
The Electric Prunes,
Stereo Dub,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cecil Taylor,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bad Manners,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Association,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Zapp,
Alton Ellis,
Accadde A,
Blake Baxter,
Warren Ellis,
Cheater Slicks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Happenings,
The Fire Engines,
Y Pants,
Roger Hodgson,
Crooked Eye,
Stiv Bators,
the Normal,
Mr. Review,
Marvin Gaye,
Sister Nancy,
Ronnie Foster,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Danielle Patucci,
Fifty Foot Hose,
48th St. Collective,
Lebanon Hanover,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.