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 Comoros and from Houston.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 The Martian to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Morten Harket,
Ralphi Rosario,
Flamin' Groovies,
Brothers Johnson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eli Mardock,
Bizarre Inc.,
Don Cherry,
The Velvet Underground,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Busters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kaleidoscope,
The Beau Brummels,
Erasure,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rakim,
Thee Headcoats,
ABC,
Robert Wyatt,
Moebius,
Average White Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Victims,
Isaac Hayes,
Drexciya,
Ken Boothe,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Cluster,
F. McDonald,
Danielle Patucci,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Offenders,
Davy DMX,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Normal,
Simply Red,
Ice-T,
Hasil Adkins,
The Toasters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Evens,
Nirvana,
Ultravox,
MC5,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Aswad,
Flash Fearless,
Derrick May,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Y Pants,
Janne Schatter,
Khruangbin,
Basic Channel,
Peter and Kerry,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.