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 Uganda and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 The Grass Roots to the techno 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Mantronix,
Hoover,
Magma,
Junior Murvin,
Icehouse,
cv313,
Fad Gadget,
Model 500,
Pierre Henry,
Young Marble Giants,
Blake Baxter,
Lightning Bolt,
Bizarre Inc.,
The J.B.'s,
Roger Hodgson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Pus,
Bang On A Can,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Coltrane,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fatback Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Aloha Tigers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lower 48,
The Black Dice,
Kenny Larkin,
Radiopuhelimet,
Los Fastidios,
Faust,
Swans,
The Evens,
Stetsasonic,
Outsiders,
Maleditus Sound,
The Star Department,
Leonard Cohen,
Electric Prunes,
Mr. Review,
The Busters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tears for Fears,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Half Japanese,
Man Eating Sloth,
Zero Boys,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Motorama,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roxy Music,
KRS-One,
Television,
Wally Richardson,
the Bar-Kays,
Mary Jane Girls,
Minnie Riperton,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.