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 Sri Lanka and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Michael McDonald 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 Gang Green to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Shoche,
Ponytail,
Brick,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gang Starr,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
These Immortal Souls,
Porter Ricks,
ABC,
Derrick Morgan,
Symarip,
Von Mondo,
Cecil Taylor,
Deadbeat,
The Gap Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Schoolly D,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Big Daddy Kane,
China Crisis,
Rosa Yemen,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jerry's Kids,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Index,
Al Stewart,
Davy DMX,
The Misunderstood,
Chrome,
Organ,
Jacob Miller,
Black Sheep,
Mark Hollis,
Peter & Gordon,
Toni Rubio,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Delta 5,
The Sonics,
Bluetip,
Warsaw,
Charles Mingus,
Sound Behaviour,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cluster,
Gabor Szabo,
Das Ding,
Goldenarms,
Panda Bear,
Severed Heads,
kango's stein massive,
the Germs,
Nirvana,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobby Byrd,
Lou Reed,
Main Source,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.