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 Azerbaijan 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Toasters to the disco 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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fugazi,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Faust,
Don Cherry,
Khruangbin,
Stetsasonic,
Buzzcocks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Susan Cadogan,
Porter Ricks,
Man Parrish,
Arthur Verocai,
Ultra Naté,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Angels of Light,
Lebanon Hanover,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Young Rascals,
Tim Buckley,
Pulsallama,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Buckinghams,
Black Pus,
Television Personalities,
Oblivians,
Janne Schatter,
The Blackbyrds,
Moby Grape,
Spandau Ballet,
David Axelrod,
Crooked Eye,
Thee Headcoats,
Massinfluence,
The Leaves,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Blues Magoos,
The Star Department,
Grey Daturas,
Mr. Review,
Moss Icon,
Pantaleimon,
Neu!,
Junior Murvin,
Rotary Connection,
Lucky Dragons,
Supertramp,
Lindisfarne,
Alice Coltrane,
Grandmaster Flash,
Josef K,
Carl Craig,
Amon Düül II,
Joensuu 1685,
Tubeway Army,
Tommy Roe,
The Index,
This Heat,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.