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 Kuwait and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron 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 Aaron Thompson to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
a-ha,
Duran Duran,
Marine Girls,
Michelle Simonal,
Minny Pops,
Marshall Jefferson,
John Holt,
U.S. Maple,
Stockholm Monsters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Victims,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Normal,
David Axelrod,
Darondo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
New Age Steppers,
The Moody Blues,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Coltrane,
the Swans,
Gabor Szabo,
R.M.O.,
Derrick May,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Dead C,
Bad Manners,
Amon Düül,
Radiohead,
Kerri Chandler,
Deakin,
Severed Heads,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Arthur Verocai,
Ohio Players,
The Walker Brothers,
Freddie Wadling,
Reuben Wilson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sister Nancy,
Wasted Youth,
Robert Görl,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
MC5,
Icehouse,
Flipper,
Anthony Braxton,
Joe Finger,
PIL,
Joensuu 1685,
Traffic Nightmare,
Swans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Man Parrish,
Surgeon,
Soul II Soul,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Morten Harket,
Bizarre Inc.,
K-Klass,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.