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 Dominican Republic and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Donny Hathaway to the funk 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Icehouse,
the Human League,
The Associates,
Von Mondo,
The Residents,
Jacques Brel,
Organ,
Wolf Eyes,
Rosa Yemen,
The Gladiators,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eurythmics,
John Holt,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dark Day,
David McCallum,
Soft Cell,
Don Cherry,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fuzztones,
The Smoke,
The Beau Brummels,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joensuu 1685,
Spoonie Gee,
Derrick Morgan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Man Eating Sloth,
Archie Shepp,
Davy DMX,
Con Funk Shun,
Zero Boys,
Flipper,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Slits,
The Index,
The Dirtbombs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Wake,
Nico,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Barbara Tucker,
OOIOO,
Arab on Radar,
Erasure,
Parry Music,
The Remains,
Basic Channel,
Joe Finger,
the Swans,
Drexciya,
Unwound,
K-Klass,
Pere Ubu,
Deadbeat,
FM Einheit,
Tubeway Army,
The Grass Roots,
Talk Talk,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.