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 Algeria and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Roy Ayers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Judy Mowatt,
Television Personalities,
KRS-One,
Steve Hackett,
Michelle Simonal,
the Sonics,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
DJ Sneak,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Litter,
Hashim,
New Age Steppers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Royal Trux,
The Vogues,
Brand Nubian,
Audionom,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fugs,
Vainqueur,
James White and The Blacks,
MDC,
The Leaves,
Byron Stingily,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fatback Band,
Ten City,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The United States of America,
Soul II Soul,
This Heat,
Roxette,
Massinfluence,
Chris & Cosey,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mantronix,
The Offenders,
Radio Birdman,
Alice Coltrane,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nico,
The Gun Club,
Intrusion,
The Toasters,
Eurythmics,
Deepchord,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lakeside,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Modern Lovers,
The Raincoats,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dual Sessions,
Cymande,
Scott Walker,
Toni Rubio,
Crash Course in Science,
The Names,
Nick Fraelich,
the Germs,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.