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 New Zealand and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gichy Dan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
La Düsseldorf,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Moon,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Bar-Kays,
Eden Ahbez,
Deakin,
The Fall,
Accadde A,
Freddie Wadling,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Yazoo,
Sex Pistols,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scientists,
The Modern Lovers,
Lyres,
Grauzone,
Model 500,
DJ Sneak,
New York Dolls,
Marine Girls,
The United States of America,
The Real Kids,
Tres Demented,
The Raincoats,
kango's stein massive,
The Doobie Brothers,
Warren Ellis,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobby Sherman,
Matthew Halsall,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Suicide,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
World's Most,
cv313,
Tim Buckley,
Darondo,
Faust,
Essential Logic,
Maleditus Sound,
Pantaleimon,
Moebius,
Brothers Johnson,
Metal Thangz,
Black Sheep,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Organ,
The Buckinghams,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gregory Isaacs,
Aswad,
CMW,
Drexciya,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ken Boothe,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.