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 Iceland and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron 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 Spoonie Gee 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
The Knickerbockers,
Aloha Tigers,
Derrick May,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eve St. Jones,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Simply Red,
Oblivians,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Charles Mingus,
The Blackbyrds,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Shuggie Otis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bang On A Can,
Television Personalities,
Robert Wyatt,
The Velvet Underground,
a-ha,
Black Sheep,
Parry Music,
Cybotron,
Bill Wells,
Cal Tjader,
The United States of America,
Mars,
Niagra,
David Axelrod,
Amazonics,
Swans,
The Fuzztones,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gabor Szabo,
Roy Ayers,
Q and Not U,
The Cowsills,
Ornette Coleman,
Steve Hackett,
The Cramps,
Soft Cell,
Ponytail,
Franke,
The Sonics,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Suicide,
Ludus,
Can,
Unrelated Segments,
Trumans Water,
Country Teasers,
Circle Jerks,
Agent Orange,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Count Five,
The Fall,
Erasure,
John Holt,
Josef K,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.