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 Namibia and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord 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 Drexciya to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Pulsallama,
Amon Düül II,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bob Dylan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mo-Dettes,
PIL,
The Cramps,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marc Almond,
Radiopuhelimet,
Barry Ungar,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hashim,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pantaleimon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Bananas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Aloha Tigers,
Spoonie Gee,
The Pretty Things,
Suicide,
John Holt,
Popol Vuh,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bad Manners,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sandy B,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Laurel Aitken,
Wally Richardson,
Faust,
Gabor Szabo,
Dual Sessions,
EPMD,
Davy DMX,
Lakeside,
Subhumans,
Blossom Toes,
Donny Hathaway,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tom Boy,
Joey Negro,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Standells,
B.T. Express,
David Bowie,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
FM Einheit,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Moon,
Trumans Water,
Khruangbin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The United States of America,
Nik Kershaw,
Fugazi,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.