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 Italy and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Barclay James Harvest to the jazz 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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Robert Wyatt,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
ABBA,
Sixth Finger,
The Red Krayola,
Khruangbin,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
OOIOO,
Cabaret Voltaire,
FM Einheit,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fad Gadget,
Hasil Adkins,
Soulsonic Force,
Fat Boys,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Music Machine,
Television Personalities,
Glenn Branca,
Joy Division,
Curtis Mayfield,
Moebius,
Camberwell Now,
R.M.O.,
The Mojo Men,
Archie Shepp,
Camouflage,
Eden Ahbez,
Crooked Eye,
Iggy Pop,
Todd Rundgren,
Index,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Barrington Levy,
The Litter,
Anthony Braxton,
The Cramps,
Electric Prunes,
Ronnie Foster,
Fear,
Adolescents,
Parry Music,
Eddi Front,
Eurythmics,
Howard Jones,
Crime,
Dark Day,
Organ,
Saccharine Trust,
Nirvana,
DNA,
Average White Band,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fuzztones,
Q65,
Youth Brigade,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.