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 Tonga and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator 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 Joyce Sims to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
James White and The Blacks,
Kayak,
Model 500,
Ornette Coleman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Theoretical Girls,
Mark Hollis,
Grey Daturas,
Hot Snakes,
Rites of Spring,
Roxy Music,
Funkadelic,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eden Ahbez,
Michelle Simonal,
Boredoms,
Shoche,
The Doors,
Lakeside,
Oneida,
Mo-Dettes,
Talk Talk,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rod Modell,
Barclay James Harvest,
Moebius,
Los Fastidios,
Bobby Sherman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Aaron Thompson,
The Last Poets,
Soul Sonic Force,
Suburban Knight,
Echospace,
Fad Gadget,
New Order,
Guru Guru,
The Gladiators,
Agitation Free,
Pylon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sam Rivers,
June of 44,
Reagan Youth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Christie,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Au Pairs,
The J.B.'s,
Skarface,
Josef K,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.