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 Micronesia and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Yellowson to the funk 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Eric Copeland,
Rekid,
Popol Vuh,
Marshall Jefferson,
Moss Icon,
Crime,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Skriet,
Magma,
UT,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crispy Ambulance,
Easy Going,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Angels of Light,
The Durutti Column,
Faust,
Radio Birdman,
the Germs,
Pere Ubu,
Sonny Sharrock,
Reuben Wilson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tom Boy,
Kenny Larkin,
Tres Demented,
Silicon Teens,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sun City Girls,
The Monks,
Rufus Thomas,
FM Einheit,
Sugar Minott,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Amon Düül II,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hot Snakes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fall,
Eden Ahbez,
Nation of Ulysses,
Idris Muhammad,
The Blues Magoos,
Ituana,
Sight & Sound,
Drexciya,
Tropical Tobacco,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Searchers,
The Red Krayola,
Eli Mardock,
The Evens,
Lyres,
Ultra Naté,
Television,
The Gun Club,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.