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 Uganda and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Morten Harket to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Icehouse,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Moleskins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Half Japanese,
Freddie Wadling,
Cymande,
Hashim,
Sun Ra,
Excepter,
The Cure,
Kaleidoscope,
Tears for Fears,
Pantytec,
Brass Construction,
Marc Almond,
Oneida,
Panda Bear,
Dual Sessions,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Quantec,
Erykah Badu,
Lungfish,
The Fall,
Buzzcocks,
Kenny Larkin,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Real Kids,
Iggy Pop,
Guru Guru,
Wire,
Pantaleimon,
Massinfluence,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rotary Connection,
Anthony Braxton,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Coltrane,
CMW,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Animal Collective,
Boredoms,
Organ,
Ornette Coleman,
The Tremeloes,
OOIOO,
Qualms,
Rapeman,
The Durutti Column,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Moss Icon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wally Richardson,
Eddi Front,
Popol Vuh,
Idris Muhammad,
The Raincoats,
Ultimate Spinach,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.