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 Norway and from Portland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Charles Mingus to the crunk 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
the Association,
The Fortunes,
Thompson Twins,
Jacques Brel,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bizarre Inc.,
Robert Wyatt,
Tim Buckley,
ABBA,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tubeway Army,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Bar-Kays,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Donald Byrd,
The Monks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Y Pants,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kaleidoscope,
JFA,
Wings,
Sight & Sound,
Judy Mowatt,
Interpol,
Minor Threat,
Henry Cow,
Danielle Patucci,
The Last Poets,
Marcia Griffiths,
X-102,
Khruangbin,
Cecil Taylor,
Albert Ayler,
Blake Baxter,
The Seeds,
Hasil Adkins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The United States of America,
Niagra,
Roxette,
Chris & Cosey,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Unrelated Segments,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Max Romeo,
The Gories,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kenny Larkin,
The Real Kids,
Juan Atkins,
48th St. Collective,
Donny Hathaway,
Ronan,
John Holt,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Girls At Our Best!,
cv313,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.