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 Jamaica 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer 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 D'Angelo 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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Drive Like Jehu,
Glenn Branca,
the Association,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Simply Red,
Bob Dylan,
Scrapy,
Crash Course in Science,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eve St. Jones,
Crime,
Soft Machine,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Dirtbombs,
Sight & Sound,
A Certain Ratio,
The Monochrome Set,
Todd Terry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
kango's stein massive,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wasted Youth,
Cameo,
Minor Threat,
Gerry Rafferty,
Smog,
The Human League,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Buckinghams,
Kayak,
Spandau Ballet,
Gang Green,
Peter and Kerry,
Can,
Zero Boys,
The Gap Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mars,
Bang On A Can,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joe Finger,
Bad Manners,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Vladislav Delay,
Von Mondo,
Pussy Galore,
Lakeside,
The Angels of Light,
8 Eyed Spy,
Agitation Free,
Derrick Morgan,
10cc,
The Skatalites,
Camouflage,
Arcadia,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rekid,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eddi Front,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.