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 Latvia and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Eli Mardock to the rock 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
In Retrospect,
Sun Ra,
Scan 7,
The Knickerbockers,
Ronan,
These Immortal Souls,
John Lydon,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Searchers,
Youth Brigade,
Lucky Dragons,
Deadbeat,
Lower 48,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rekid,
Althea and Donna,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bush Tetras,
Eurythmics,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
World's Most,
Gang Green,
Slick Rick,
Junior Murvin,
The Toasters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Glenn Branca,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Adolescents,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Johnny Clarke,
Funkadelic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Franke,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Reagan Youth,
Thompson Twins,
The Star Department,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sound Behaviour,
The Dave Clark Five,
Anthony Braxton,
Danielle Patucci,
The Music Machine,
Drexciya,
Monks,
Bill Wells,
Gong,
Dennis Brown,
Slave,
The Cramps,
Amon Düül II,
Matthew Halsall,
The Mojo Men,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Steve Hackett,
Eric Copeland,
Lakeside,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tom Boy,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.