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 Sweden and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 The Five Americans to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Junior Murvin,
June of 44,
Soft Cell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Niagra,
Franke,
48th St. Collective,
Ken Boothe,
Bauhaus,
Sound Behaviour,
Judy Mowatt,
The Leaves,
Pet Shop Boys,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mantronix,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Severed Heads,
Section 25,
Todd Rundgren,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Quantec,
the Bar-Kays,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Brand Nubian,
The Stooges,
Swell Maps,
Grauzone,
One Last Wish,
LL Cool J,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Cure,
Funkadelic,
Black Moon,
Fluxion,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Sheep,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crooked Eye,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mark Hollis,
Anthony Braxton,
Erykah Badu,
Juan Atkins,
Terry Callier,
Grey Daturas,
The Kinks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Underground Resistance,
The Litter,
Babytalk,
Dual Sessions,
Janne Schatter,
Harry Pussy,
Albert Ayler,
Chrome,
Half Japanese,
Neu!,
Parry Music,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.