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 Rwanda and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb 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 Laurel Aitken to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Outsiders,
Parry Music,
Panda Bear,
Soul II Soul,
Aural Exciters,
Malaria!,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Youth Brigade,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Doors,
Half Japanese,
Monks,
LL Cool J,
The Slits,
B.T. Express,
Roy Ayers,
Ultra Naté,
Camberwell Now,
Roxette,
The Grass Roots,
Rapeman,
F. McDonald,
Susan Cadogan,
Circle Jerks,
The Human League,
Shuggie Otis,
Rotary Connection,
Avey Tare,
ABBA,
Bootsy Collins,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Underground Resistance,
Moss Icon,
Wings,
New York Dolls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Byron Stingily,
Peter & Gordon,
Matthew Bourne,
Reagan Youth,
Jacques Brel,
The Birthday Party,
The Modern Lovers,
Los Fastidios,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DJ Sneak,
Lower 48,
EPMD,
R.M.O.,
Ponytail,
Eden Ahbez,
Toni Rubio,
The Golliwogs,
Lightning Bolt,
The Gories,
Tom Boy,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.