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 Tuvalu and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Blancmange to the rock 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
The Birthday Party,
Josef K,
Kenny Larkin,
Wally Richardson,
Ponytail,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Todd Terry,
The Cure,
KRS-One,
48th St. Collective,
X-102,
Sun Ra,
The Black Dice,
Arthur Verocai,
Scientists,
Sixth Finger,
Morten Harket,
Skaos,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Qualms,
Lucky Dragons,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Terry Callier,
Donald Byrd,
the Soft Cell,
Tom Boy,
Bobby Womack,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rod Modell,
The Index,
Kayak,
X-101,
Spandau Ballet,
Swans,
Iggy Pop,
The Techniques,
Lou Reed,
Soulsonic Force,
The Walker Brothers,
Cecil Taylor,
Brand Nubian,
Public Image Ltd.,
Reuben Wilson,
The Alarm Clocks,
The United States of America,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Five Americans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Mummies,
the Swans,
Laurel Aitken,
Hardrive,
The Skatalites,
Agitation Free,
The Trojans,
Magma,
Cybotron,
Black Bananas,
The Divine Comedy,
The Real Kids,
Joy Division,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.