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 Slovenia and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin 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 Surgeon to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Judy Mowatt,
Jacques Brel,
Scott Walker,
Freddie Wadling,
Bob Dylan,
Yellowson,
Nick Fraelich,
Rod Modell,
New Age Steppers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fatback Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Silicon Teens,
Radiohead,
Joe Finger,
Soft Machine,
the Germs,
X-101,
Kaleidoscope,
Junior Murvin,
Ken Boothe,
Amon Düül,
Easy Going,
Danielle Patucci,
kango's stein massive,
Cecil Taylor,
Rosa Yemen,
Thee Headcoats,
The Golliwogs,
The Vogues,
UT,
Cameo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Barrington Levy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Agitation Free,
Shoche,
Frankie Knuckles,
LL Cool J,
Japan,
John Coltrane,
The Sisters of Mercy,
cv313,
A Certain Ratio,
Model 500,
Bobby Byrd,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gang Starr,
The United States of America,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sex Pistols,
Hoover,
Skarface,
Wire,
Todd Rundgren,
Jeff Lynne,
The Star Department,
Inner City,
The Martian,
Essential Logic,
Monks,
Lalann,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.