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 Namibia and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Massinfluence,
Country Teasers,
Talk Talk,
Mark Hollis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marc Almond,
Angry Samoans,
Tom Boy,
Eric Copeland,
Nils Olav,
the Slits,
DJ Sneak,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Laurel Aitken,
Tres Demented,
Piero Umiliani,
Simply Red,
The Sonics,
Arab on Radar,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Stooges,
Patti Smith,
Lucky Dragons,
Rapeman,
Oblivians,
Fluxion,
The Residents,
R.M.O.,
Wings,
Roxy Music,
the Human League,
Make Up,
John Holt,
The Mojo Men,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Kinks,
Black Bananas,
The Young Rascals,
Buzzcocks,
Moby Grape,
The Black Dice,
The Techniques,
ABBA,
Moss Icon,
Ponytail,
Quantec,
The Gap Band,
Franke,
Camberwell Now,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Happenings,
Roy Ayers,
CMW,
Accadde A,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.