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 Bahamas and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar 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 Delta 5 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wally Richardson,
Ohio Players,
The Doors,
The Leaves,
The Standells,
Skarface,
Schoolly D,
Ludus,
Joe Finger,
Marvin Gaye,
Icehouse,
the Fania All-Stars,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
One Last Wish,
Lalann,
Rakim,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lower 48,
Dual Sessions,
Patti Smith,
Yellowson,
Brass Construction,
Scratch Acid,
The Neon Judgement,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Goldenarms,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Morten Harket,
Cal Tjader,
Erasure,
Electric Prunes,
Robert Wyatt,
Silicon Teens,
The Seeds,
Marine Girls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Intrusion,
Sun Ra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Andrew Hill,
Moby Grape,
Aswad,
LL Cool J,
Dark Day,
Saccharine Trust,
Rod Modell,
Mad Mike,
David Bowie,
Rotary Connection,
Section 25,
Duran Duran,
Oblivians,
Warsaw,
DNA,
Sex Pistols,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Zero Boys,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.