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 Seychelles and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Move to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Tim Buckley,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Minny Pops,
Essential Logic,
Fat Boys,
Y Pants,
KRS-One,
Agent Orange,
Eric Dolphy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Malaria!,
Albert Ayler,
Soul Sonic Force,
cv313,
Public Image Ltd.,
David Bowie,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Five Americans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Max Romeo,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fuzztones,
Alton Ellis,
The Saints,
New York Dolls,
Kurtis Blow,
Faraquet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Sheep,
Fear,
Todd Terry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Last Poets,
Janne Schatter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Althea and Donna,
Easy Going,
Depeche Mode,
Rod Modell,
Aloha Tigers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Moleskins,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wasted Youth,
Todd Rundgren,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Audionom,
The Pop Group,
The New Christs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tomorrow,
Youth Brigade,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Association,
Ludus,
Sister Nancy,
Magazine,
The Monks,
Susan Cadogan,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.