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 Yemen and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Doors to the jazz 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Judy Mowatt,
Ultravox,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Suburban Knight,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Section 25,
Pulsallama,
Ohio Players,
Ice-T,
MDC,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sun City Girls,
Wings,
Scratch Acid,
Eddi Front,
Nirvana,
Alton Ellis,
The Trojans,
Altered Images,
Japan,
Tubeway Army,
Amon Düül II,
Spandau Ballet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Technova,
Underground Resistance,
The Alarm Clocks,
Avey Tare,
Youth Brigade,
Theoretical Girls,
Model 500,
The Star Department,
Iggy Pop,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Red Krayola,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Stetsasonic,
Mantronix,
Radio Birdman,
Niagra,
Black Bananas,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Animal Collective,
Lungfish,
The Mojo Men,
Sixth Finger,
Ronan,
Skaos,
Matthew Bourne,
Au Pairs,
Country Teasers,
Sam Rivers,
Albert Ayler,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Brothers Johnson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobby Byrd,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.