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 Eritrea and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Jeff Lynne to the jazz 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eve St. Jones,
Pussy Galore,
Bush Tetras,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Silicon Teens,
Wings,
Buzzcocks,
Newcleus,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mantronix,
Blancmange,
Suicide,
Bang On A Can,
Trumans Water,
ABC,
Soul Sonic Force,
A Certain Ratio,
Scientists,
Zapp,
Althea and Donna,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
10cc,
Swell Maps,
Funkadelic,
The Names,
Wolf Eyes,
Sällskapet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rakim,
the Association,
Funky Four + One,
Michelle Simonal,
Tim Buckley,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sarah Menescal,
Echospace,
Peter and Kerry,
Neil Young,
Lungfish,
Sight & Sound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lou Christie,
Minor Threat,
Minutemen,
Rekid,
Zero Boys,
Davy DMX,
Bill Wells,
Sister Nancy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pharoah Sanders,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Curtis Mayfield,
Outsiders,
Severed Heads,
Robert Görl,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ituana,
Toni Rubio,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.