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 China and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Scientists to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scientists,
The Fugs,
Bobby Sherman,
Procol Harum,
Spandau Ballet,
Sex Pistols,
Delon & Dalcan,
Girls At Our Best!,
U.S. Maple,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Moody Blues,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marvin Gaye,
Metal Thangz,
Anakelly,
R.M.O.,
Amon Düül II,
Bill Wells,
Aaron Thompson,
Underground Resistance,
Whodini,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Count Five,
Althea and Donna,
The Raincoats,
Maurizio,
Au Pairs,
Josef K,
Blancmange,
Michelle Simonal,
the Bar-Kays,
Infiniti,
The Blackbyrds,
Visage,
The Moleskins,
The Neon Judgement,
Altered Images,
Marshall Jefferson,
Television Personalities,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Radio Birdman,
Nirvana,
Matthew Halsall,
Nils Olav,
Barry Ungar,
Marmalade,
Fat Boys,
Quantec,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Pylon,
Gabor Szabo,
Motorama,
Jeff Mills,
Bobby Womack,
Marc Almond,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.