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 Malta and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the theremin 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 David Bowie to the dance 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Absolute Body Control,
UT,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nils Olav,
CMW,
Maurizio,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hoover,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lou Reed,
Suburban Knight,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Livin' Joy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
In Retrospect,
Idris Muhammad,
Robert Görl,
John Holt,
Amazonics,
Visage,
The Smiths,
Kaleidoscope,
Agent Orange,
Jeff Lynne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Shadows of Knight,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Section 25,
The Toasters,
Intrusion,
Cluster,
The Slits,
Sam Rivers,
Monolake,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roger Hodgson,
Andrew Hill,
Yusef Lateef,
Erasure,
Yazoo,
The Fuzztones,
The Velvet Underground,
The Gun Club,
Sun City Girls,
Qualms,
Big Daddy Kane,
New Age Steppers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Neon Judgement,
The Raincoats,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Barry Ungar,
Kenny Larkin,
Cal Tjader,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fear,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Flash Fearless,
The Black Dice,
Kerrie Biddell,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.