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 Nauru and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Tomorrow to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eden Ahbez,
Boz Scaggs,
These Immortal Souls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Godley & Creme,
Susan Cadogan,
Soul II Soul,
Spandau Ballet,
Pantaleimon,
Matthew Halsall,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scratch Acid,
Crime,
Skarface,
The Saints,
Electric Prunes,
Bush Tetras,
Niagra,
Pere Ubu,
8 Eyed Spy,
Audionom,
Amon Düül,
Absolute Body Control,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Section 25,
Rufus Thomas,
Joy Division,
Index,
F. McDonald,
OOIOO,
Stiv Bators,
Wire,
The United States of America,
Fluxion,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jandek,
Joey Negro,
Traffic Nightmare,
Magma,
10cc,
David McCallum,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marmalade,
Skaos,
The Smoke,
Mad Mike,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lou Reed,
Bobby Womack,
Can,
Stockholm Monsters,
Depeche Mode,
Y Pants,
Rites of Spring,
Yusef Lateef,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
AZ,
Marvin Gaye,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.