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 Samoa and from London.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ 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 Connie Case to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
The Moleskins,
Motorama,
Pharoah Sanders,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gregory Isaacs,
Susan Cadogan,
Rapeman,
Oblivians,
Andrew Hill,
Supertramp,
Crooked Eye,
Scratch Acid,
Deadbeat,
The Monochrome Set,
Kayak,
Godley & Creme,
Electric Prunes,
Maurizio,
Joey Negro,
David Bowie,
Desert Stars,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobby Womack,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pussy Galore,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Saints,
Crash Course in Science,
The Zeros,
Das Ding,
The Invisible,
Davy DMX,
Amon Düül,
Sarah Menescal,
Quadrant,
Second Layer,
Byron Stingily,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sandy B,
Pylon,
Blossom Toes,
Main Source,
Sexual Harrassment,
Idris Muhammad,
Television,
Marvin Gaye,
New York Dolls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Names,
8 Eyed Spy,
Zero Boys,
Robert Wyatt,
kango's stein massive,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scan 7,
PIL,
The Walker Brothers,
John Coltrane,
Peter and Kerry,
Vladislav Delay,
Flash Fearless,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.