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 Croatia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Morten Harket to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
DNA,
Toni Rubio,
Popol Vuh,
Rotary Connection,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sister Nancy,
AZ,
Peter and Kerry,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bootsy Collins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Monolake,
CMW,
The Monochrome Set,
Sandy B,
Albert Ayler,
The Dave Clark Five,
8 Eyed Spy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rekid,
Aswad,
Los Fastidios,
Young Marble Giants,
Reagan Youth,
Ten City,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Amazonics,
Harry Pussy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dennis Brown,
The Grass Roots,
Jeff Mills,
Michelle Simonal,
Country Teasers,
The Five Americans,
Animal Collective,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Index,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Stooges,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Con Funk Shun,
Kas Product,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Delta 5,
Eddi Front,
Boz Scaggs,
Graham Central Station,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dual Sessions,
Stereo Dub,
Swans,
The Velvet Underground,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.