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 China and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Donald Fagen 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 Fear to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Absolute Body Control,
Blancmange,
Masters at Work,
Gang Green,
Boz Scaggs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Tremeloes,
The Index,
Excepter,
Pantytec,
Gichy Dan,
Groovy Waters,
Average White Band,
Janne Schatter,
Andrew Hill,
The Doobie Brothers,
Minutemen,
EPMD,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
JFA,
Jandek,
Wally Richardson,
Eric Copeland,
Tears for Fears,
Black Sheep,
The Busters,
Albert Ayler,
E-Dancer,
Deadbeat,
The Birthday Party,
Urselle,
Los Fastidios,
Cluster,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Selecter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Babytalk,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pole,
Idris Muhammad,
Sun Ra,
Alton Ellis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Walker Brothers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pere Ubu,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fire Engines,
Saccharine Trust,
Rotary Connection,
Panda Bear,
Mars,
Derrick May,
Smog,
Spandau Ballet,
Cecil Taylor,
F. McDonald,
The Monks,
Section 25,
Sam Rivers,
Barbara Tucker,
The Kinks,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.