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 Madagascar and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rapeman,
Mary Jane Girls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Moody Blues,
the Swans,
Scrapy,
Cybotron,
Gichy Dan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
E-Dancer,
Stiv Bators,
Amazonics,
Michelle Simonal,
The Pretty Things,
L. Decosne,
KRS-One,
Byron Stingily,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Dirtbombs,
Juan Atkins,
The Gap Band,
Jacques Brel,
John Foxx,
Malaria!,
Accadde A,
Supertramp,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sex Pistols,
These Immortal Souls,
The Electric Prunes,
The Smoke,
Pantaleimon,
The Names,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Neu!,
The Fugs,
Warsaw,
David Bowie,
The Move,
Roxy Music,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Los Fastidios,
Cal Tjader,
Minny Pops,
Soulsonic Force,
The Blues Magoos,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Erykah Badu,
Curtis Mayfield,
Radiohead,
The Beau Brummels,
Public Enemy,
Toni Rubio,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tommy Roe,
Althea and Donna,
John Coltrane,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.