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 Greece and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 David Bowie 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 Gang of Four to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Groovy Waters,
The Monks,
Patti Smith,
Judy Mowatt,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Essential Logic,
the Association,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Reagan Youth,
Stiv Bators,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sixth Finger,
Hardrive,
The Electric Prunes,
Steve Hackett,
Grey Daturas,
The Detroit Cobras,
Moby Grape,
The Moleskins,
Franke,
Pet Shop Boys,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Faust,
Section 25,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sex Pistols,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soul Sonic Force,
Dawn Penn,
B.T. Express,
Joensuu 1685,
Albert Ayler,
Mad Mike,
Agent Orange,
Crime,
F. McDonald,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Count Five,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eve St. Jones,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Yellowson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Parry Music,
Magma,
The Divine Comedy,
Swans,
Roxette,
Isaac Hayes,
The Skatalites,
Barbara Tucker,
The Human League,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hoover,
Freddie Wadling,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mr. Review,
Kaleidoscope,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.