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 Brazil and from Tehran.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Section 25 to the crunk 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Cecil Taylor,
Lucky Dragons,
Angry Samoans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pulsallama,
Sister Nancy,
Mark Hollis,
Robert Wyatt,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ronan,
Wings,
The Kinks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bluetip,
Lebanon Hanover,
Moebius,
Gang Gang Dance,
cv313,
Matthew Bourne,
Cymande,
Royal Trux,
Slave,
The Velvet Underground,
Popol Vuh,
T.S.O.L.,
L. Decosne,
the Human League,
Spandau Ballet,
DJ Style,
Surgeon,
Black Sheep,
Brothers Johnson,
Joy Division,
The Durutti Column,
Easy Going,
Blancmange,
AZ,
Smog,
Eurythmics,
Hashim,
Yaz,
Fela Kuti,
Marcia Griffiths,
F. McDonald,
Cybotron,
John Holt,
Symarip,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Victims,
Sugar Minott,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mission of Burma,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nation of Ulysses,
Faust,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Martian,
Rod Modell,
Heaven 17,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
DNA,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.