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 Ivory Coast and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Man Eating Sloth to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Pantaleimon,
The Standells,
Juan Atkins,
Amazonics,
Banda Bassotti,
Fluxion,
The Beau Brummels,
The Buckinghams,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Metal Thangz,
Neil Young,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scratch Acid,
Organ,
PIL,
Kerri Chandler,
The American Breed,
Fatback Band,
Skaos,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Unrelated Segments,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mr. Review,
Charles Mingus,
Talk Talk,
Anakelly,
Suburban Knight,
Todd Rundgren,
The Five Americans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Reuben Wilson,
Yazoo,
Surgeon,
Bluetip,
Isaac Hayes,
F. McDonald,
Janne Schatter,
Chris Corsano,
ABBA,
Roxette,
The Misunderstood,
Nils Olav,
Altered Images,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wolf Eyes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lou Christie,
Khruangbin,
Lalo Schifrin,
Urselle,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Au Pairs,
Derrick May,
Q65,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jerry's Kids,
The Techniques,
Aloha Tigers,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.