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 Equatorial Guinea 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Godley & Creme to the grime 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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
The Vogues,
Lou Christie,
Camberwell Now,
Japan,
Fugazi,
Con Funk Shun,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Thompson Twins,
Mandrill,
Faust,
Warsaw,
Scion,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobby Womack,
Dual Sessions,
Average White Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
D'Angelo,
Yazoo,
Isaac Hayes,
The Trojans,
OOIOO,
Fad Gadget,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
June Days,
Au Pairs,
Ohio Players,
Hashim,
the Association,
Minutemen,
Half Japanese,
Danielle Patucci,
Crispy Ambulance,
Delta 5,
Erykah Badu,
Suburban Knight,
The Angels of Light,
Los Fastidios,
Von Mondo,
Gregory Isaacs,
La Düsseldorf,
The Grass Roots,
the Normal,
Tom Boy,
Jerry's Kids,
Ten City,
Talk Talk,
X-102,
Kurtis Blow,
Radiohead,
Cybotron,
Vladislav Delay,
The New Christs,
World's Most,
The Velvet Underground,
Barbara Tucker,
Scientists,
Scrapy,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.