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 Palau and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 E-Dancer to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Bananas,
Maleditus Sound,
Lucky Dragons,
Blancmange,
Eddi Front,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Music Machine,
The Mummies,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The American Breed,
Zapp,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Spoonie Gee,
The Litter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
ABC,
The Cure,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dawn Penn,
Inner City,
The Kinks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joe Finger,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Con Funk Shun,
Severed Heads,
Section 25,
Godley & Creme,
The Gun Club,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hoover,
The Blackbyrds,
Rakim,
Public Enemy,
Sugar Minott,
Cecil Taylor,
Barry Ungar,
the Bar-Kays,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Archie Shepp,
Letta Mbulu,
Royal Trux,
Laurel Aitken,
Ituana,
Funkadelic,
Smog,
Bootsy Collins,
Cluster,
Robert Görl,
Eli Mardock,
ABBA,
Pagans,
June of 44,
The Gladiators,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lee Hazlewood,
Skriet,
Ludus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Japan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.