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 Cyprus 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Franke to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Nas,
Sonic Youth,
Eve St. Jones,
Bill Wells,
The Fugs,
Colin Newman,
Circle Jerks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Radiohead,
Goldenarms,
Amon Düül,
Blancmange,
The Leaves,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sister Nancy,
Zapp,
Robert Görl,
X-Ray Spex,
E-Dancer,
Magma,
Ultra Naté,
The Neon Judgement,
The Dead C,
The Gun Club,
Boz Scaggs,
MC5,
Inner City,
U.S. Maple,
Basic Channel,
Deadbeat,
Soul II Soul,
Lindisfarne,
La Düsseldorf,
Curtis Mayfield,
Panda Bear,
Pantaleimon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Quadrant,
Scientists,
Ornette Coleman,
The Star Department,
Surgeon,
Audionom,
FM Einheit,
Bootsy Collins,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sparks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ken Boothe,
The Cowsills,
Popol Vuh,
Bill Near,
Faraquet,
The Residents,
Derrick Morgan,
The Cramps,
Aural Exciters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Maurizio,
New Age Steppers,
Morten Harket,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.