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 France and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Slackers to the jazz 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Leonard Cohen,
Kas Product,
Bronski Beat,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Smoke,
Cluster,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Skarface,
Tim Buckley,
Symarip,
Pulsallama,
Black Moon,
Joensuu 1685,
Byron Stingily,
Janne Schatter,
Nils Olav,
Big Daddy Kane,
Darondo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Monolake,
The Pop Group,
Cal Tjader,
Motorama,
Make Up,
Amon Düül II,
Franke,
Steve Hackett,
Country Teasers,
One Last Wish,
Infiniti,
The Skatalites,
Sun City Girls,
Juan Atkins,
The Tremeloes,
Cameo,
Jeff Lynne,
The Associates,
U.S. Maple,
Robert Wyatt,
The Cure,
The Barracudas,
The Velvet Underground,
Chris Corsano,
The Doors,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rapeman,
Yazoo,
Bill Near,
ABC,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Slits,
Radio Birdman,
The Gladiators,
Con Funk Shun,
Audionom,
Colin Newman,
The Fortunes,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.