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 Andorra and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Yellowson to the crunk 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Eli Mardock,
The Young Rascals,
June Days,
Davy DMX,
Jacques Brel,
Eddi Front,
Q65,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Spandau Ballet,
The Black Dice,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Trumans Water,
Harmonia,
Alton Ellis,
Marine Girls,
Dead Boys,
Eve St. Jones,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
U.S. Maple,
Colin Newman,
Letta Mbulu,
Faust,
Essential Logic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ken Boothe,
Swans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rod Modell,
10cc,
Funky Four + One,
Metal Thangz,
La Düsseldorf,
Loose Ends,
Joe Smooth,
Parry Music,
Babytalk,
Amon Düül,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Gories,
Organ,
Minny Pops,
Fatback Band,
Skriet,
Cal Tjader,
Aswad,
Kerri Chandler,
The Wake,
Youth Brigade,
The Beau Brummels,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Steve Hackett,
New York Dolls,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Neon Judgement,
The Leaves,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.