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 Laos and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kas Product to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
10cc,
X-101,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Goldenarms,
Roxette,
Juan Atkins,
Eric Dolphy,
DNA,
Derrick Morgan,
Bootsy Collins,
Khruangbin,
Scratch Acid,
Scion,
Minor Threat,
Sarah Menescal,
Donald Byrd,
Hashim,
Mad Mike,
The Litter,
The Gun Club,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Symarip,
Andrew Hill,
The Index,
Roy Ayers,
Can,
Big Daddy Kane,
Supertramp,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Flag,
Eric B and Rakim,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pagans,
Gabor Szabo,
Subhumans,
The Mojo Men,
Sun City Girls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Slick Rick,
Animal Collective,
Rhythm & Sound,
Curtis Mayfield,
D'Angelo,
The Walker Brothers,
Brick,
Index,
Avey Tare,
The Gories,
The Buckinghams,
Matthew Halsall,
New Age Steppers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Essential Logic,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Von Mondo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Iggy Pop,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Heaven 17,
Barclay James Harvest,
Minnie Riperton,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.