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 Palau and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Sonny Sharrock to the electroclash 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
X-Ray Spex,
Eric Copeland,
Das Ding,
Public Image Ltd.,
David McCallum,
The Neon Judgement,
Blancmange,
Boz Scaggs,
Circle Jerks,
Quando Quango,
Anakelly,
Maleditus Sound,
B.T. Express,
X-102,
The Residents,
Roxy Music,
Cameo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Groovy Waters,
The Pop Group,
Jeff Mills,
Crooked Eye,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cybotron,
Metal Thangz,
Ornette Coleman,
Franke,
Warsaw,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roxette,
Adolescents,
Television Personalities,
Half Japanese,
Donny Hathaway,
Stetsasonic,
Pole,
The Standells,
FM Einheit,
the Swans,
Thee Headcoats,
Kurtis Blow,
DJ Sneak,
The Real Kids,
Barry Ungar,
AZ,
The Dead C,
Scientists,
Bush Tetras,
Tres Demented,
Joey Negro,
Amon Düül II,
Davy DMX,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Detroit Cobras,
Neu!,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Buzzcocks,
Radiohead,
Supertramp,
the Sonics,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.