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 Taiwan and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord 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 Arcadia to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Black Bananas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Theoretical Girls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Little Man,
Maleditus Sound,
Ornette Coleman,
Yazoo,
Thompson Twins,
10cc,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Birthday Party,
The Busters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
kango's stein massive,
Joy Division,
Tubeway Army,
Los Fastidios,
Sun City Girls,
Wire,
Brick,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jandek,
Pulsallama,
Moby Grape,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wings,
Angry Samoans,
In Retrospect,
Quantec,
Joe Smooth,
John Cale,
The Remains,
Hashim,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gang of Four,
Clear Light,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Freddie Wadling,
Tres Demented,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sister Nancy,
E-Dancer,
The Slits,
Matthew Halsall,
Moebius,
Shuggie Otis,
Siglo XX,
Interpol,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Move,
Echospace,
Masters at Work,
Whodini,
FM Einheit,
Patti Smith,
The Pop Group,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.