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 Guatemala 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes 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 The Electric Prunes to the techno 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Parry Music,
The Kinks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pulsallama,
Warren Ellis,
Eurythmics,
Arcadia,
Yaz,
Motorama,
Mary Jane Girls,
Faust,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Five Americans,
The Cure,
Hashim,
The Neon Judgement,
Amazonics,
The Zeros,
A Certain Ratio,
Oneida,
Cal Tjader,
Animal Collective,
Arthur Verocai,
Gregory Isaacs,
Don Cherry,
Unwound,
Camouflage,
Metal Thangz,
Thompson Twins,
Minutemen,
The Evens,
Sex Pistols,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Moon,
Bush Tetras,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Bar-Kays,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wings,
Porter Ricks,
The Fire Engines,
Con Funk Shun,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nick Fraelich,
Albert Ayler,
The Fuzztones,
Danielle Patucci,
Banda Bassotti,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Music Machine,
B.T. Express,
10cc,
Lalann,
Public Image Ltd.,
The United States of America,
Joensuu 1685,
Easy Going,
Ludus,
These Immortal Souls,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.