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 New Zealand and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord 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 Au Pairs to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Moss Icon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Negative Approach,
Grey Daturas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Neil Young,
Sarah Menescal,
The Gladiators,
Agent Orange,
Heaven 17,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bronski Beat,
Crispian St. Peters,
Donny Hathaway,
Eric Dolphy,
Deakin,
The Selecter,
June Days,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Half Japanese,
Deadbeat,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Talk Talk,
Cybotron,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Barclay James Harvest,
Aswad,
Piero Umiliani,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ronnie Foster,
U.S. Maple,
Sixth Finger,
Ohio Players,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Urselle,
Pharoah Sanders,
Robert Wyatt,
Ronan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Visage,
Maurizio,
Bobby Sherman,
Faraquet,
Charles Mingus,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kayak,
The Evens,
Joyce Sims,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Supertramp,
The Techniques,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Malaria!,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Y Pants,
Derrick Morgan,
Todd Terry,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marine Girls,
Q and Not U,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.