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 Kenya and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Holger Czukay 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Derrick May,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Busters,
Nils Olav,
Pantaleimon,
Parry Music,
Jeff Lynne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Robert Wyatt,
U.S. Maple,
Pharoah Sanders,
Quando Quango,
Judy Mowatt,
Lyres,
Popol Vuh,
Kerri Chandler,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Residents,
Cal Tjader,
Susan Cadogan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
D'Angelo,
Al Stewart,
Roxy Music,
Juan Atkins,
Guru Guru,
Archie Shepp,
Qualms,
Lalann,
Agent Orange,
The Fugs,
Deadbeat,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Stetsasonic,
Slave,
Oblivians,
The Selecter,
UT,
Smog,
Au Pairs,
Scrapy,
The Modern Lovers,
Outsiders,
Erykah Badu,
Inner City,
Lightning Bolt,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eric B and Rakim,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ultra Naté,
Eli Mardock,
Organ,
Aloha Tigers,
JFA,
the Swans,
Quantec,
James White and The Blacks,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.