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 Libya and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Rekid to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
The Saints,
Ohio Players,
the Sonics,
Suicide,
The Grass Roots,
Magma,
Das Ding,
Mary Jane Girls,
CMW,
The Cramps,
The Divine Comedy,
Japan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Bar-Kays,
The Evens,
Ossler,
Porter Ricks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dark Day,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Move,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Real Kids,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Henry Cow,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Brand Nubian,
Flash Fearless,
Dead Boys,
Ituana,
Warren Ellis,
Camouflage,
Young Marble Giants,
Simply Red,
China Crisis,
Lou Christie,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Smoke,
Barry Ungar,
Sandy B,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Tremeloes,
Iggy Pop,
Robert Görl,
Bill Near,
KRS-One,
Symarip,
Basic Channel,
Pulsallama,
Swans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Slits,
Blancmange,
Unrelated Segments,
The Count Five,
Youth Brigade,
Aloha Tigers,
Echospace,
Bang On A Can,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.