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 India and from Jakarta.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Gerry Rafferty to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Monks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dead Boys,
Tom Boy,
The Standells,
Parry Music,
Average White Band,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fire Engines,
Massinfluence,
Siglo XX,
Kas Product,
Hashim,
Suburban Knight,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crispian St. Peters,
Skriet,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Residents,
Brothers Johnson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
T.S.O.L.,
Sound Behaviour,
Spandau Ballet,
LL Cool J,
Johnny Clarke,
Nico,
Ralphi Rosario,
Laurel Aitken,
Accadde A,
John Holt,
Pantaleimon,
Kaleidoscope,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Oblivians,
Godley & Creme,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
JFA,
Rapeman,
Chris & Cosey,
Bush Tetras,
The Angels of Light,
Joey Negro,
Prince Buster,
Chrome,
The Pretty Things,
Barbara Tucker,
Talk Talk,
Soft Machine,
Fear,
The Misunderstood,
Boredoms,
Lower 48,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Funkadelic,
Camberwell Now,
The Smiths,
Banda Bassotti,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.