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 Mauritius and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 John Coltrane to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Star Department,
The Monochrome Set,
The Shadows of Knight,
Todd Rundgren,
Bad Manners,
EPMD,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Half Japanese,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Be Bop Deluxe,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Johnny Osbourne,
Youth Brigade,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dave Gahan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Easy Going,
Flamin' Groovies,
Absolute Body Control,
Loose Ends,
Gang of Four,
The Smoke,
China Crisis,
OOIOO,
Saccharine Trust,
Donald Byrd,
The Standells,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
David Bowie,
the Sonics,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Coltrane,
The Electric Prunes,
X-Ray Spex,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eli Mardock,
Hoover,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
FM Einheit,
Yusef Lateef,
Monks,
The Evens,
Terry Callier,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
K-Klass,
Ohio Players,
Porter Ricks,
These Immortal Souls,
Dawn Penn,
The Last Poets,
Ultravox,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobby Byrd,
Glenn Branca,
Graham Central Station,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.