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 Madagascar and from Glasgow.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Amazonics to the rock 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Blake Baxter,
ABC,
Jeru the Damaja,
MDC,
The Skatalites,
Pantytec,
L. Decosne,
the Sonics,
Yaz,
Desert Stars,
Ohio Players,
Jimmy McGriff,
Urselle,
Erasure,
John Coltrane,
Joe Finger,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobby Byrd,
Stiv Bators,
Radio Birdman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Slits,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Blossom Toes,
The Doors,
Boredoms,
X-102,
Kevin Saunderson,
10cc,
LL Cool J,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dark Day,
Minny Pops,
Warren Ellis,
Dennis Brown,
The Monks,
Faraquet,
Model 500,
Arab on Radar,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
cv313,
John Holt,
Q and Not U,
Fela Kuti,
Maurizio,
Monks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lindisfarne,
Marvin Gaye,
Johnny Clarke,
Nils Olav,
Beasts of Bourbon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joensuu 1685,
The Sonics,
Reuben Wilson,
The Gladiators,
The Cure,
The Smoke,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.