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 the UAE and from Houston.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
The Trojans,
H. Thieme,
Whodini,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Pus,
Guru Guru,
Iggy Pop,
Rod Modell,
Sun City Girls,
The Gories,
Lower 48,
The Divine Comedy,
Angry Samoans,
The Evens,
Letta Mbulu,
Dawn Penn,
Visage,
The Birthday Party,
ABC,
Gastr Del Sol,
Banda Bassotti,
Lucky Dragons,
Arab on Radar,
The Selecter,
David McCallum,
Little Man,
Unrelated Segments,
The Tremeloes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Groovy Waters,
Bobby Sherman,
Silicon Teens,
R.M.O.,
Drexciya,
Marshall Jefferson,
MDC,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Godley & Creme,
The Happenings,
Funkadelic,
Fela Kuti,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Brothers Johnson,
T.S.O.L.,
Blake Baxter,
Charles Mingus,
Japan,
Tres Demented,
Cecil Taylor,
Wasted Youth,
Eurythmics,
Malaria!,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Bananas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
B.T. Express,
The Stooges,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crash Course in Science,
Gang of Four,
This Heat,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.