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 Fiji and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Robert Wyatt to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Swell Maps,
Sexual Harrassment,
kango's stein massive,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Minnie Riperton,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bluetip,
Donald Byrd,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sandy B,
Angry Samoans,
Unwound,
Althea and Donna,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Aaron Thompson,
Youth Brigade,
Qualms,
Curtis Mayfield,
Boogie Down Productions,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Pus,
Fela Kuti,
Charles Mingus,
Talk Talk,
Hot Snakes,
Josef K,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Adolescents,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Erykah Badu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dark Day,
Byron Stingily,
Tom Boy,
Joe Smooth,
The Walker Brothers,
F. McDonald,
Aural Exciters,
The Moody Blues,
The Cramps,
Reuben Wilson,
Scratch Acid,
Q and Not U,
Nirvana,
Audionom,
Alison Limerick,
Barclay James Harvest,
Duran Duran,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Radiohead,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Brothers Johnson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roger Hodgson,
New Age Steppers,
Funky Four + One,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.