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 Mozambique and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Organ to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Gastr Del Sol,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Gun Club,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Golliwogs,
Grey Daturas,
Eric Copeland,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Flag,
Alice Coltrane,
The Cowsills,
Mo-Dettes,
Hasil Adkins,
The Dirtbombs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lower 48,
Clear Light,
Kas Product,
Make Up,
Amazonics,
The Five Americans,
Lakeside,
Nils Olav,
X-Ray Spex,
The Happenings,
Kerri Chandler,
Q65,
Ludus,
Blake Baxter,
Sight & Sound,
Newcleus,
John Lydon,
Monks,
The Moody Blues,
Main Source,
Gabor Szabo,
CMW,
Blancmange,
Judy Mowatt,
The Pretty Things,
These Immortal Souls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Godley & Creme,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Radio Birdman,
Idris Muhammad,
Khruangbin,
Yellowson,
The Remains,
Thee Headcoats,
Public Enemy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jandek,
Amon Düül,
Sam Rivers,
Au Pairs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Move,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.