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 Uzbekistan and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Funky Four + One to the grime 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Rites of Spring,
Brothers Johnson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Warsaw,
Steve Hackett,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eric Dolphy,
The Smoke,
The Skatalites,
Dual Sessions,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kayak,
Ornette Coleman,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Barracudas,
Arcadia,
Swell Maps,
Absolute Body Control,
The Residents,
PIL,
Soul II Soul,
Joensuu 1685,
Connie Case,
Heaven 17,
DNA,
Young Marble Giants,
Gang Gang Dance,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Johnny Clarke,
Banda Bassotti,
Todd Terry,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Television Personalities,
Rekid,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sällskapet,
New York Dolls,
Eli Mardock,
Archie Shepp,
The Remains,
Judy Mowatt,
Flash Fearless,
Cecil Taylor,
FM Einheit,
Michelle Simonal,
Robert Hood,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
B.T. Express,
Isaac Hayes,
Talk Talk,
Essential Logic,
The Invisible,
Lucky Dragons,
Scrapy,
Funkadelic,
Zero Boys,
Scion,
Donald Byrd,
Quando Quango,
Make Up,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.