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 Denmark and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 spring reverb 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 Human League to the grunge 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
The Fuzztones,
Khruangbin,
China Crisis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Gories,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jerry's Kids,
Alton Ellis,
The Motions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Thompson Twins,
The Doobie Brothers,
Minny Pops,
Monks,
Unrelated Segments,
Neil Young,
Crispian St. Peters,
Underground Resistance,
Robert Hood,
The Last Poets,
Jacob Miller,
8 Eyed Spy,
Brick,
Black Bananas,
L. Decosne,
Dawn Penn,
Flash Fearless,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gabor Szabo,
Spoonie Gee,
Rod Modell,
Flipper,
D'Angelo,
Pere Ubu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
EPMD,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Colin Newman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Piero Umiliani,
Bush Tetras,
Kool Moe Dee,
Avey Tare,
Goldenarms,
John Cale,
Y Pants,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Sheep,
Howard Jones,
kango's stein massive,
Leonard Cohen,
Supertramp,
Radio Birdman,
The Music Machine,
Second Layer,
Jeru the Damaja,
Average White Band,
Chrome,
Skarface,
Sällskapet,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.