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 Bahamas and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin 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 Livin' Joy to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
The Blues Magoos,
Eve St. Jones,
Donny Hathaway,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Davy DMX,
Sonic Youth,
Gabor Szabo,
Lalann,
Fluxion,
kango's stein massive,
Q and Not U,
Young Marble Giants,
The Golliwogs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Clear Light,
Adolescents,
Popol Vuh,
Wasted Youth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jacques Brel,
Rites of Spring,
Freddie Wadling,
Average White Band,
Fad Gadget,
The Gun Club,
Rakim,
Ronnie Foster,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Heaven 17,
The Mummies,
Marshall Jefferson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
These Immortal Souls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bush Tetras,
The Real Kids,
Suburban Knight,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mission of Burma,
Graham Central Station,
The Cowsills,
Derrick May,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Robert Hood,
The Count Five,
Chris & Cosey,
Lightning Bolt,
Faraquet,
Danielle Patucci,
X-101,
Amazonics,
The Fuzztones,
The Monochrome Set,
Wings,
Soulsonic Force,
Jacob Miller,
KRS-One,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Supertramp,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.