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 Congo and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare 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 DNA to the jazz 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
The Buckinghams,
Khruangbin,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cybotron,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eli Mardock,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nick Fraelich,
Easy Going,
World's Most,
Drive Like Jehu,
Little Man,
Donny Hathaway,
The Doors,
Unwound,
These Immortal Souls,
Niagra,
JFA,
Lightning Bolt,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Minnie Riperton,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Royal Trux,
Brick,
Nas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Blossom Toes,
DJ Sneak,
The Divine Comedy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gil Scott Heron,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sun Ra,
Minny Pops,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Morten Harket,
Wings,
Joe Smooth,
The Durutti Column,
Brothers Johnson,
David Axelrod,
Peter and Kerry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Henry Cow,
Barbara Tucker,
Susan Cadogan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jeru the Damaja,
Quando Quango,
Grey Daturas,
Yazoo,
F. McDonald,
The Flesh Eaters,
Michelle Simonal,
Soft Cell,
LL Cool J,
New York Dolls,
the Germs,
OOIOO,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.