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 Manchester.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Michelle Simonal to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Glenn Branca,
10cc,
The Music Machine,
Crooked Eye,
Khruangbin,
Ituana,
Oneida,
The Raincoats,
Wolf Eyes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Litter,
Easy Going,
Don Cherry,
Hoover,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fear,
Bobby Byrd,
These Immortal Souls,
Donny Hathaway,
Crime,
Colin Newman,
The New Christs,
Godley & Creme,
Bob Dylan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Inner City,
Black Flag,
Bush Tetras,
The Misunderstood,
Agent Orange,
Hashim,
Panda Bear,
Amon Düül,
U.S. Maple,
The Associates,
Ronnie Foster,
kango's stein massive,
Boz Scaggs,
Max Romeo,
Roger Hodgson,
Mad Mike,
The Fire Engines,
Swell Maps,
Main Source,
The Wake,
Blancmange,
Derrick May,
Bootsy Collins,
Section 25,
Soulsonic Force,
The Beau Brummels,
This Heat,
Connie Case,
The Star Department,
Cymande,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sex Pistols,
DJ Sneak,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.