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 Iran and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Hoover to the punk 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nico,
Motorama,
Technova,
Pulsallama,
Nas,
The Saints,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lindisfarne,
Malaria!,
Flash Fearless,
Franke,
The Fuzztones,
Crooked Eye,
Inner City,
Delta 5,
Quantec,
The Five Americans,
Kerri Chandler,
Los Fastidios,
the Normal,
The Smiths,
Tim Buckley,
Harpers Bizarre,
Robert Hood,
Subhumans,
The New Christs,
F. McDonald,
The Detroit Cobras,
Silicon Teens,
Bobby Byrd,
Joey Negro,
Ludus,
Marvin Gaye,
The Angels of Light,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gichy Dan,
Yellowson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bush Tetras,
The Beau Brummels,
Rufus Thomas,
The Misunderstood,
Kerrie Biddell,
Infiniti,
the Swans,
Crime,
Glenn Branca,
Crispy Ambulance,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Bananas,
Al Stewart,
Faraquet,
The Electric Prunes,
Scientists,
Simply Red,
Cecil Taylor,
Liliput,
Ice-T,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.