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 Saudi Arabia and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba 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 New Order to the dance 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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Radiohead,
The Evens,
The Smiths,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Gap Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Funkadelic,
Lightning Bolt,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
June Days,
Rekid,
Agent Orange,
Michelle Simonal,
Eve St. Jones,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bizarre Inc.,
Au Pairs,
One Last Wish,
Skarface,
Saccharine Trust,
Minnie Riperton,
LL Cool J,
China Crisis,
Arcadia,
the Swans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobby Byrd,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Drexciya,
The Residents,
Pole,
Organ,
Marvin Gaye,
Anakelly,
The Moleskins,
Oblivians,
Cymande,
Rhythm & Sound,
Alice Coltrane,
Kerri Chandler,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Massinfluence,
Lyres,
Mark Hollis,
Rotary Connection,
Rites of Spring,
Terry Callier,
Aloha Tigers,
Jerry's Kids,
Radiopuhelimet,
Whodini,
Roy Ayers,
A Certain Ratio,
Ronnie Foster,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Motions,
Ornette Coleman,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.