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 Afghanistan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 DNA to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 '60s 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 Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fatback Band,
Los Fastidios,
Circle Jerks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Cale,
Arab on Radar,
Underground Resistance,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Monolake,
Ronan,
Lyres,
Sam Rivers,
Sparks,
Camberwell Now,
Nas,
Agent Orange,
Bill Wells,
Aural Exciters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Josef K,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mandrill,
The Smoke,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Moon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Half Japanese,
Zapp,
Parry Music,
Robert Hood,
Amon Düül,
Youth Brigade,
Icehouse,
Schoolly D,
Bootsy Collins,
Country Teasers,
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Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
June Days,
Magazine,
Adolescents,
The Blues Magoos,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Evens,
Average White Band,
Charles Mingus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Chrome,
Theoretical Girls,
Hot Snakes,
Donny Hathaway,
The Neon Judgement,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Matthew Bourne,
Slick Rick,
Q and Not U,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.