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 Philippines and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes 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 8 Eyed Spy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DeepChord presents Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
B.T. Express,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Index,
Gabor Szabo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Electric Prunes,
This Heat,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Freddie Wadling,
Byron Stingily,
Anakelly,
The Litter,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Monks,
Sonic Youth,
Buzzcocks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Desert Stars,
Ronnie Foster,
Ronan,
Supertramp,
The Sound,
Spoonie Gee,
Altered Images,
Public Enemy,
DJ Sneak,
The Cramps,
Animal Collective,
The Move,
UT,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sexual Harrassment,
Flipper,
The Red Krayola,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Searchers,
Eurythmics,
The Misunderstood,
Alice Coltrane,
John Foxx,
The American Breed,
Minny Pops,
The Moleskins,
John Lydon,
Lucky Dragons,
Jeff Mills,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Pop Group,
Boredoms,
Kerri Chandler,
Marmalade,
X-102,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Derrick Morgan,
Kayak,
Matthew Bourne,
R.M.O.,
David Axelrod,
Pantytec,
Rekid,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.