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 Lithuania and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Peter & Gordon 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Main Source,
Patti Smith,
Mr. Review,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pet Shop Boys,
Slick Rick,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Pus,
Lakeside,
Radio Birdman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cheater Slicks,
Morten Harket,
Deakin,
Depeche Mode,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nik Kershaw,
Colin Newman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
OOIOO,
Crime,
Roxy Music,
U.S. Maple,
Accadde A,
The Gap Band,
the Normal,
Wolf Eyes,
Ponytail,
John Coltrane,
Bang On A Can,
Hashim,
Gabor Szabo,
Suburban Knight,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
DJ Sneak,
The Blues Magoos,
KRS-One,
Pulsallama,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marmalade,
The Last Poets,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Bananas,
Television Personalities,
Deepchord,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Doors,
Hot Snakes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dawn Penn,
The Knickerbockers,
Ohio Players,
Lalo Schifrin,
Severed Heads,
John Holt,
Pere Ubu,
The Fuzztones,
Althea and Donna,
Tim Buckley,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.