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 Turkmenistan and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro 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 Saccharine Trust to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
10cc,
Alphaville,
Joensuu 1685,
OOIOO,
Juan Atkins,
Oneida,
Hot Snakes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Niagra,
X-Ray Spex,
June of 44,
Ronan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tubeway Army,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nick Fraelich,
Bush Tetras,
The Beau Brummels,
Marine Girls,
Neil Young,
The Red Krayola,
Ludus,
kango's stein massive,
Blossom Toes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Guru Guru,
Scrapy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Outsiders,
Television Personalities,
Davy DMX,
Roger Hodgson,
Arab on Radar,
The Barracudas,
cv313,
The Young Rascals,
Bill Wells,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crooked Eye,
Lindisfarne,
E-Dancer,
June Days,
Pet Shop Boys,
Maleditus Sound,
The Blackbyrds,
The United States of America,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Magazine,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Alice Coltrane,
Infiniti,
The Saints,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ornette Coleman,
Pulsallama,
Ohio Players,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.