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 Norway and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 The Names to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Index,
Aural Exciters,
Robert Görl,
UT,
John Lydon,
The Monochrome Set,
Iggy Pop,
Piero Umiliani,
Gang of Four,
Infiniti,
Pussy Galore,
X-102,
Lou Christie,
The Litter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jeff Mills,
Flash Fearless,
Joy Division,
Barry Ungar,
Y Pants,
Chris & Cosey,
The Evens,
Cheater Slicks,
The Birthday Party,
Jacob Miller,
Erykah Badu,
DNA,
Nation of Ulysses,
Girls At Our Best!,
The J.B.'s,
Harry Pussy,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Tremeloes,
The Sonics,
Robert Hood,
Soulsonic Force,
The Mojo Men,
B.T. Express,
Trumans Water,
Yaz,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Zero Boys,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Young Rascals,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Black Dice,
Tom Boy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Move,
Lou Reed,
Joe Smooth,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sound Behaviour,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.