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 Hungary and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ 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 Sparks to the rap 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Fad Gadget,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Lydon,
The Dead C,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joensuu 1685,
Cheater Slicks,
Half Japanese,
Wolf Eyes,
John Coltrane,
Junior Murvin,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Happenings,
Parry Music,
Jandek,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roxette,
Pole,
Gerry Rafferty,
Amazonics,
Tubeway Army,
Harpers Bizarre,
Donald Byrd,
Gang Starr,
Dawn Penn,
Livin' Joy,
Surgeon,
Das Ding,
Shoche,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eden Ahbez,
Ten City,
Gong,
Section 25,
Eric Dolphy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
FM Einheit,
Excepter,
Donny Hathaway,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Mojo Men,
Delon & Dalcan,
Panda Bear,
Masters at Work,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Anakelly,
Matthew Halsall,
Tomorrow,
Don Cherry,
Fear,
Crispy Ambulance,
Vladislav Delay,
Index,
Mr. Review,
Brothers Johnson,
Fluxion,
New York Dolls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Newcleus,
Kerrie Biddell,
B.T. Express,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.