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 Jordan and from London.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
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 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 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the dance 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Crispian St. Peters,
EPMD,
Make Up,
Model 500,
Leonard Cohen,
The Red Krayola,
Buzzcocks,
10cc,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tears for Fears,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Pus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bang On A Can,
Ornette Coleman,
Soft Machine,
Das Ding,
Echospace,
The Fortunes,
The Raincoats,
Prince Buster,
KRS-One,
The Dirtbombs,
The Evens,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crime,
Camberwell Now,
CMW,
Minor Threat,
Pylon,
Liliput,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nas,
Royal Trux,
The Wake,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Monolake,
Pere Ubu,
Procol Harum,
Dawn Penn,
Marvin Gaye,
Visage,
Duran Duran,
the Human League,
Country Teasers,
Surgeon,
Pole,
Nico,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scan 7,
Public Image Ltd.,
Quando Quango,
Delta 5,
Rakim,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Yusef Lateef,
Althea and Donna,
Vainqueur,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.