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 Hungary and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar 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 John Coltrane to the grunge 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Ken Boothe,
Ultravox,
Lalo Schifrin,
Average White Band,
The Skatalites,
Saccharine Trust,
Cabaret Voltaire,
R.M.O.,
Lalann,
The Moody Blues,
Bill Near,
Yellowson,
Shoche,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pagans,
the Normal,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rhythm & Sound,
X-Ray Spex,
the Sonics,
Silicon Teens,
Oblivians,
The Five Americans,
Eric Dolphy,
Zero Boys,
Throbbing Gristle,
Leonard Cohen,
Talk Talk,
Colin Newman,
Patti Smith,
The Sound,
Cheater Slicks,
Mars,
48th St. Collective,
Soul II Soul,
New Age Steppers,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Grass Roots,
Masters at Work,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fear,
Jeff Mills,
Moss Icon,
The Black Dice,
China Crisis,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Human League,
Ossler,
The Walker Brothers,
Royal Trux,
Simply Red,
June of 44,
John Holt,
the Human League,
Terrestrial Tones,
Japan,
Clear Light,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fall,
Robert Görl,
The Pretty Things,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.