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 Uzbekistan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Bill Wells to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Cluster,
Amon Düül II,
Icehouse,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Invisible,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Easy Going,
The Cowsills,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Josef K,
Anakelly,
Al Stewart,
Donald Byrd,
Symarip,
Gang of Four,
Subhumans,
The Real Kids,
Essential Logic,
The Birthday Party,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Henry Cow,
These Immortal Souls,
Tres Demented,
Pole,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Babytalk,
Soft Machine,
Alison Limerick,
Patti Smith,
Drexciya,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Offenders,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Aswad,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Minnie Riperton,
Dawn Penn,
Scion,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mantronix,
Don Cherry,
Animal Collective,
Jeff Lynne,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crash Course in Science,
Jeff Mills,
Blancmange,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
China Crisis,
The United States of America,
Scan 7,
Yaz,
The Gun Club,
The Smiths,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Angels of Light,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scott Walker,
The Residents,
Television,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.