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 Philippines and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rosa Yemen to the grime 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Popol Vuh,
The Blackbyrds,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Quando Quango,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Bananas,
X-102,
Man Parrish,
Maleditus Sound,
Metal Thangz,
Camberwell Now,
Matthew Halsall,
Basic Channel,
Yellowson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Boredoms,
Agent Orange,
The Zeros,
David Bowie,
E-Dancer,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Victims,
Donny Hathaway,
Cybotron,
The Sound,
The Vogues,
Bush Tetras,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Kinks,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fugs,
The Skatalites,
Ultra Naté,
X-101,
The Wake,
The Sisters of Mercy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Andrew Hill,
Aural Exciters,
Gabor Szabo,
Pulsallama,
Oblivians,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sonic Youth,
The Electric Prunes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Depeche Mode,
Aswad,
Rod Modell,
Guru Guru,
Henry Cow,
UT,
Moebius,
Harmonia,
The Doobie Brothers,
D'Angelo,
Skriet,
The Gladiators,
The Evens,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.