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 Sudan and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes 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 Matthew Bourne to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Scientists,
The Cowsills,
One Last Wish,
the Soft Cell,
The Alarm Clocks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Prince Buster,
Josef K,
Bizarre Inc.,
Amazonics,
New York Dolls,
Avey Tare,
Eurythmics,
Ken Boothe,
Quadrant,
Warsaw,
Letta Mbulu,
Warren Ellis,
Tom Boy,
the Sonics,
Danielle Patucci,
Groovy Waters,
ABC,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sarah Menescal,
Crash Course in Science,
The Gun Club,
Trumans Water,
Dual Sessions,
cv313,
Agent Orange,
Wally Richardson,
Nils Olav,
Pharoah Sanders,
Essential Logic,
Iggy Pop,
Little Man,
Jawbox,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Raincoats,
the Swans,
The Toasters,
Donald Byrd,
The Human League,
Lebanon Hanover,
Surgeon,
Matthew Halsall,
The Trojans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Standells,
Stetsasonic,
Moss Icon,
Lower 48,
Sexual Harrassment,
Liliput,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Al Stewart,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Funkadelic,
Boredoms,
Pierre Henry,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.