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 Vietnam and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe 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 Neil Young to the disco 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Byron Stingily,
Popol Vuh,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Maleditus Sound,
Ultra Naté,
The Wake,
Sight & Sound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Grauzone,
Con Funk Shun,
Godley & Creme,
Mr. Review,
The Electric Prunes,
Erasure,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Camberwell Now,
Unrelated Segments,
Zapp,
Liliput,
The Litter,
New Order,
The Blues Magoos,
Alice Coltrane,
The Selecter,
The Cure,
MC5,
The Gap Band,
F. McDonald,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Y Pants,
Donny Hathaway,
Johnny Clarke,
Lalann,
Masters at Work,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Little Man,
The Cramps,
Lungfish,
CMW,
The United States of America,
the Sonics,
Eric Copeland,
Nirvana,
Bang On A Can,
The Searchers,
cv313,
Marshall Jefferson,
Toni Rubio,
Danielle Patucci,
Anakelly,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
ABBA,
Cecil Taylor,
Rekid,
Gerry Rafferty,
The New Christs,
U.S. Maple,
Swell Maps,
Drexciya,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.