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 Tonga 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lower 48 to the rock 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Groovy Waters,
The Blackbyrds,
The Slits,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fire Engines,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
A Certain Ratio,
Wally Richardson,
The Knickerbockers,
Gang Green,
Young Marble Giants,
Public Enemy,
Barry Ungar,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Monks,
Erykah Badu,
Fugazi,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jeru the Damaja,
Television,
Fluxion,
Dave Gahan,
Jacob Miller,
The Modern Lovers,
Inner City,
The Misunderstood,
Man Parrish,
Bill Wells,
Dual Sessions,
Todd Rundgren,
Brass Construction,
the Bar-Kays,
Main Source,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crispian St. Peters,
Blancmange,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eric B and Rakim,
E-Dancer,
Reuben Wilson,
UT,
Neil Young,
These Immortal Souls,
Cecil Taylor,
The Index,
DJ Style,
Saccharine Trust,
Hashim,
One Last Wish,
Minutemen,
Talk Talk,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
David Axelrod,
Ronan,
Janne Schatter,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.