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 Korea South and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes 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 Rhythm & Sound to the jazz 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Barbara Tucker,
A Certain Ratio,
Joey Negro,
Pagans,
Brass Construction,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Sonics,
The Slackers,
Marine Girls,
Qualms,
Fela Kuti,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Blackbyrds,
The Gun Club,
Q65,
kango's stein massive,
Anthony Braxton,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Faraquet,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cheater Slicks,
Main Source,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Warren Ellis,
Yusef Lateef,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Girls At Our Best!,
T.S.O.L.,
Terrestrial Tones,
T. Rex,
Sister Nancy,
Symarip,
Black Bananas,
David McCallum,
Whodini,
Hashim,
ABC,
The Motions,
The Doobie Brothers,
Moss Icon,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Grass Roots,
Darondo,
Fat Boys,
Mars,
Popol Vuh,
Grauzone,
Rapeman,
DJ Sneak,
Basic Channel,
Zapp,
Vainqueur,
David Axelrod,
DNA,
The Slits,
Mo-Dettes,
Pierre Henry,
Angry Samoans,
Flipper,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.