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 Japan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ken Boothe to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Audionom,
David Axelrod,
The Walker Brothers,
Pulsallama,
Franke,
Black Pus,
The Gun Club,
Qualms,
Davy DMX,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lou Reed,
Section 25,
Severed Heads,
Mad Mike,
Mars,
Junior Murvin,
Symarip,
China Crisis,
Albert Ayler,
Erasure,
Deadbeat,
Metal Thangz,
Jandek,
Susan Cadogan,
Eden Ahbez,
Sandy B,
Minutemen,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lucky Dragons,
John Coltrane,
Byron Stingily,
Drexciya,
Infiniti,
Brick,
Interpol,
Wasted Youth,
Shuggie Otis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pylon,
Khruangbin,
Peter and Kerry,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Soft Cell,
Robert Hood,
Danielle Patucci,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mary Jane Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Index,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scott Walker,
Simply Red,
F. McDonald,
The Searchers,
Connie Case,
Flamin' Groovies,
Arthur Verocai,
Alice Coltrane,
JFA,
Yaz,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.