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 Guinea and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 John Holt to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Moby Grape,
The Golliwogs,
Darondo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Evens,
Johnny Osbourne,
Peter & Gordon,
Gang Green,
Godley & Creme,
DJ Style,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ponytail,
Jawbox,
Dorothy Ashby,
Alice Coltrane,
Oblivians,
Black Sheep,
Technova,
Kaleidoscope,
Terrestrial Tones,
Judy Mowatt,
New Age Steppers,
Absolute Body Control,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Sonics,
Royal Trux,
Graham Central Station,
Yazoo,
Arcadia,
Los Fastidios,
Glenn Branca,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Fania All-Stars,
Moss Icon,
Ronan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
James Chance & The Contortions,
June of 44,
Wolf Eyes,
Q65,
Jacob Miller,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Vogues,
Excepter,
The Moody Blues,
Echospace,
Susan Cadogan,
Nik Kershaw,
The Smoke,
Lindisfarne,
Heaven 17,
Boredoms,
Al Stewart,
Scientists,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pierre Henry,
Barrington Levy,
Cecil Taylor,
Andrew Hill,
The New Christs,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.