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 Solomon Islands and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Idris Muhammad to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Jacques Brel,
cv313,
Average White Band,
Pagans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sex Pistols,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bizarre Inc.,
Adolescents,
Joy Division,
Sarah Menescal,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Parry Music,
Eric Dolphy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Pus,
Ultra Naté,
EPMD,
Rapeman,
Bluetip,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Remains,
Wire,
Flipper,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Amon Düül,
Stockholm Monsters,
Slick Rick,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hashim,
Nick Fraelich,
Underground Resistance,
X-102,
In Retrospect,
Lalann,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bush Tetras,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Deadbeat,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Avey Tare,
The Human League,
Television Personalities,
These Immortal Souls,
DJ Style,
L. Decosne,
Audionom,
Essential Logic,
Roxette,
Eddi Front,
Bootsy Collins,
Minnie Riperton,
Al Stewart,
The J.B.'s,
Thee Headcoats,
Pole,
The Busters,
Procol Harum,
Mo-Dettes,
Newcleus,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.