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 Portugal and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba 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 Ludus to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Underground Resistance,
The Monochrome Set,
Brass Construction,
The Blackbyrds,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Swans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sun Ra,
Angry Samoans,
Niagra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Sound,
Amon Düül II,
Yusef Lateef,
World's Most,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Iggy Pop,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Shuggie Otis,
One Last Wish,
Ponytail,
Average White Band,
Arab on Radar,
Make Up,
The Slits,
Siglo XX,
The Divine Comedy,
Livin' Joy,
Radiohead,
Sun City Girls,
Scott Walker,
Jeff Lynne,
Minutemen,
Kaleidoscope,
Davy DMX,
Moby Grape,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rekid,
Mandrill,
Eric Dolphy,
Deepchord,
Jeff Mills,
The Leaves,
Electric Prunes,
Soft Machine,
FM Einheit,
In Retrospect,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Foxx,
Bobby Byrd,
Buzzcocks,
Stiv Bators,
Robert Görl,
Lower 48,
Crooked Eye,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dead Boys,
The Doobie Brothers,
Agent Orange,
Con Funk Shun,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.