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 Greece and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 La Düsseldorf to the rock 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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Maurizio,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Young Marble Giants,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eric B and Rakim,
Erykah Badu,
The Beau Brummels,
Liliput,
John Lydon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bush Tetras,
Laurel Aitken,
Fear,
Tears for Fears,
Nils Olav,
Banda Bassotti,
Peter & Gordon,
Roxy Music,
Hasil Adkins,
Absolute Body Control,
The Motions,
Funkadelic,
The Fire Engines,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Skatalites,
Au Pairs,
Glenn Branca,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
B.T. Express,
Marine Girls,
MC5,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Matthew Halsall,
DNA,
Faust,
Panda Bear,
Donald Byrd,
The Music Machine,
Reuben Wilson,
Basic Channel,
Robert Görl,
Aaron Thompson,
Average White Band,
Funky Four + One,
Anakelly,
Sarah Menescal,
Cymande,
The Monochrome Set,
Reagan Youth,
Grey Daturas,
The Searchers,
PIL,
Freddie Wadling,
Yazoo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Derrick Morgan,
Fat Boys,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mark Hollis,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.