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 Moldova and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rufus Thomas to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Ornette Coleman,
Amon Düül,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Angels of Light,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pagans,
Barrington Levy,
Harry Pussy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Boredoms,
Liliput,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ronnie Foster,
Accadde A,
PIL,
Ludus,
the Germs,
Fad Gadget,
Sixth Finger,
Qualms,
Can,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gong,
Althea and Donna,
Moebius,
Jerry's Kids,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Remains,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cymande,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Robert Hood,
Pylon,
Matthew Halsall,
Sonny Sharrock,
Circle Jerks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Moby Grape,
MC5,
X-102,
The Dead C,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Echospace,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jeff Lynne,
Skaos,
Soft Machine,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Interpol,
Dead Boys,
Scion,
Jacques Brel,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wally Richardson,
Ultra Naté,
Black Sheep,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.