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 Bolivia and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Holger Czukay 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 Detroit Cobras to the crunk 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman 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?
Colin Newman,
Marine Girls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Supertramp,
The Blackbyrds,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Patti Smith,
Absolute Body Control,
Aswad,
Fela Kuti,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Seeds,
Letta Mbulu,
Radio Birdman,
Wasted Youth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Alice Coltrane,
the Bar-Kays,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Echospace,
Banda Bassotti,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Babytalk,
Barrington Levy,
Mary Jane Girls,
John Coltrane,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
New Age Steppers,
Jacob Miller,
Metal Thangz,
Donald Byrd,
The Count Five,
Pole,
Tres Demented,
Von Mondo,
Minnie Riperton,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Chrome,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Slits,
the Germs,
Lower 48,
Severed Heads,
Kevin Saunderson,
MDC,
OOIOO,
Terry Callier,
Lalann,
The Red Krayola,
Sällskapet,
Theoretical Girls,
The Star Department,
Roy Ayers,
Das Ding,
Mission of Burma,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.