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 Kenya and from Winnipeg.
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 Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes 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 Isaac Hayes to the electroclash 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
The Dave Clark Five,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rotary Connection,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fortunes,
Ludus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Birthday Party,
Supertramp,
Dark Day,
AZ,
Idris Muhammad,
Whodini,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Wake,
Slave,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Cale,
Kenny Larkin,
Skaos,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hashim,
Pierre Henry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Human League,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marine Girls,
Nils Olav,
Blossom Toes,
Aaron Thompson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Donny Hathaway,
OOIOO,
Dawn Penn,
Bush Tetras,
Outsiders,
Dennis Brown,
Desert Stars,
Eli Mardock,
Cybotron,
Saccharine Trust,
Section 25,
Tres Demented,
The Leaves,
The Sound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Can,
The Doors,
Excepter,
Angry Samoans,
Davy DMX,
Todd Terry,
Andrew Hill,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.