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 Manila.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes 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 Crime to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Maurizio,
Morten Harket,
Leonard Cohen,
The Real Kids,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Happenings,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scion,
Magma,
Section 25,
Royal Trux,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fela Kuti,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gerry Rafferty,
Unwound,
Sonny Sharrock,
Laurel Aitken,
Dennis Brown,
Deakin,
Camouflage,
Moebius,
Nas,
The Misunderstood,
Mission of Burma,
Crime,
Bobby Sherman,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fortunes,
Eve St. Jones,
Adolescents,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Tremeloes,
Sun City Girls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Black Dice,
Barclay James Harvest,
Los Fastidios,
Altered Images,
The Wake,
Amon Düül II,
Radiopuhelimet,
Swell Maps,
Bizarre Inc.,
Clear Light,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Max Romeo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roxy Music,
Gang Starr,
La Düsseldorf,
Warren Ellis,
Pierre Henry,
the Human League,
Cecil Taylor,
The Selecter,
B.T. Express,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
X-Ray Spex,
Arab on Radar,
Chris Corsano,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.