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 Seychelles and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro 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 The Birthday Party to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Public Enemy,
Crime,
Godley & Creme,
The Invisible,
Judy Mowatt,
Bill Wells,
Warsaw,
The Saints,
The Tremeloes,
Schoolly D,
Patti Smith,
Andrew Hill,
Reagan Youth,
Eric Copeland,
Black Pus,
Vladislav Delay,
The Cure,
Babytalk,
Pulsallama,
Soulsonic Force,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Janne Schatter,
8 Eyed Spy,
Can,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Symarip,
Man Eating Sloth,
Los Fastidios,
Country Teasers,
Swell Maps,
Dorothy Ashby,
Siglo XX,
The Searchers,
The Music Machine,
The Gladiators,
Electric Prunes,
kango's stein massive,
Sun City Girls,
Deadbeat,
The Index,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Donny Hathaway,
Pere Ubu,
48th St. Collective,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Skaos,
Subhumans,
Matthew Bourne,
Newcleus,
The Fire Engines,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
New York Dolls,
Minnie Riperton,
Wings,
Jandek,
Panda Bear,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Boz Scaggs,
Joensuu 1685,
Echospace,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.