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 Venezuela and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Rotary Connection to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Bizarre Inc.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mars,
Cluster,
Maleditus Sound,
Essential Logic,
The Remains,
Bobby Womack,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jeff Lynne,
Organ,
Reuben Wilson,
K-Klass,
The Modern Lovers,
Steve Hackett,
Blake Baxter,
World's Most,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Clear Light,
Electric Prunes,
Visage,
EPMD,
Bob Dylan,
Absolute Body Control,
Altered Images,
Television Personalities,
Shuggie Otis,
The Saints,
Pulsallama,
Sight & Sound,
Matthew Bourne,
Stetsasonic,
Grauzone,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Barbara Tucker,
Donny Hathaway,
Trumans Water,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Blues Magoos,
Alphaville,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Radiohead,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Yaz,
Minny Pops,
The Happenings,
Minor Threat,
Harpers Bizarre,
Zapp,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Althea and Donna,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lower 48,
UT,
Inner City,
Au Pairs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Junior Murvin,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.