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 Bhutan and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Tommy Roe to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
OOIOO,
Public Enemy,
The Grass Roots,
T. Rex,
UT,
Moss Icon,
Clear Light,
The Five Americans,
Parry Music,
CMW,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Anakelly,
Nik Kershaw,
Underground Resistance,
Buzzcocks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Television,
Henry Cow,
Reuben Wilson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soul Sonic Force,
Section 25,
Aaron Thompson,
The Martian,
Sällskapet,
Dual Sessions,
Adolescents,
Masters at Work,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Easy Going,
Marcia Griffiths,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wasted Youth,
Unrelated Segments,
The Barracudas,
Tears for Fears,
Pierre Henry,
Sight & Sound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Doors,
New Age Steppers,
Jeff Lynne,
Joey Negro,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Stooges,
In Retrospect,
The Sound,
Royal Trux,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fatback Band,
Godley & Creme,
Matthew Halsall,
Donald Byrd,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Maurizio,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jimmy McGriff,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.