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 Madagascar and from Beijing.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron 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 Procol Harum to the jazz 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soulsonic Force,
Jeff Mills,
L. Decosne,
The Selecter,
The Doors,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Excepter,
Liliput,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Standells,
Model 500,
Harry Pussy,
Bobby Womack,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Moon,
Gang of Four,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Electric Prunes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The American Breed,
Procol Harum,
T. Rex,
Country Teasers,
Pulsallama,
Glambeats Corp.,
Public Image Ltd.,
Juan Atkins,
Pantytec,
10cc,
Eden Ahbez,
Cluster,
Mantronix,
Mark Hollis,
Gil Scott Heron,
U.S. Maple,
Quantec,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Flamin' Groovies,
Minutemen,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fortunes,
The Index,
The Motions,
the Human League,
The Cramps,
Big Daddy Kane,
Basic Channel,
Jerry's Kids,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Birthday Party,
The Raincoats,
Pylon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Avey Tare,
Rites of Spring,
CMW,
Pierre Henry,
Television,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.