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 Ukraine and from Manila.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Japan,
Rapeman,
Thompson Twins,
Sarah Menescal,
Soul II Soul,
Lou Reed,
Little Man,
Swans,
Au Pairs,
Monolake,
Simply Red,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gregory Isaacs,
La Düsseldorf,
The Dead C,
Sparks,
Audionom,
Rhythm & Sound,
Popol Vuh,
Brand Nubian,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jawbox,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Standells,
B.T. Express,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Technova,
Johnny Osbourne,
Minny Pops,
Arab on Radar,
China Crisis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ornette Coleman,
Urselle,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Music Machine,
Rakim,
Amazonics,
Massinfluence,
The Human League,
The Walker Brothers,
Matthew Bourne,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Sheep,
Godley & Creme,
Animal Collective,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jacques Brel,
Agent Orange,
Tubeway Army,
Al Stewart,
The Dirtbombs,
Blake Baxter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Faust,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobby Womack,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.