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 Mexico and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 David Axelrod to the crunk 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Franke,
Marmalade,
Lou Reed,
Ponytail,
Roger Hodgson,
Altered Images,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
10cc,
Ornette Coleman,
EPMD,
Gang Starr,
Blancmange,
the Association,
The Moleskins,
Minutemen,
Godley & Creme,
Interpol,
Country Teasers,
The Standells,
Tommy Roe,
Jesper Dahlback,
Excepter,
Royal Trux,
Eddi Front,
Black Moon,
Technova,
Black Bananas,
The Names,
Terry Callier,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Slits,
Hasil Adkins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Monks,
The Beau Brummels,
the Germs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Skaos,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Gun Club,
New Order,
Suicide,
Ten City,
Minnie Riperton,
Cecil Taylor,
Average White Band,
L. Decosne,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Black Dice,
Buzzcocks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Magma,
Zapp,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rapeman,
Eve St. Jones,
CMW,
The Stooges,
Shuggie Otis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Althea and Donna,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.