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 Guatemala and from Lagos.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Harmonia to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Man Parrish,
Brand Nubian,
World's Most,
Lou Reed,
The Saints,
The Doobie Brothers,
MC5,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Five Americans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Talk Talk,
kango's stein massive,
Rufus Thomas,
Gregory Isaacs,
Goldenarms,
Suburban Knight,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Shoche,
One Last Wish,
Ralphi Rosario,
Maleditus Sound,
The Standells,
the Swans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Schoolly D,
Zapp,
Tim Buckley,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Archie Shepp,
Pet Shop Boys,
Youth Brigade,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Duran Duran,
Hashim,
AZ,
PIL,
Charles Mingus,
Leonard Cohen,
Can,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ornette Coleman,
the Bar-Kays,
Magma,
Sixth Finger,
The Gladiators,
Thompson Twins,
Tres Demented,
Cal Tjader,
The Fugs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dorothy Ashby,
Monks,
Donny Hathaway,
Theoretical Girls,
Dawn Penn,
The Detroit Cobras,
Guru Guru,
Newcleus,
Alton Ellis,
Soft Machine,
R.M.O.,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.