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 Bolivia and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Monks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
The Real Kids,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ponytail,
The Offenders,
Arab on Radar,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Swell Maps,
The Blackbyrds,
Kenny Larkin,
China Crisis,
Freddie Wadling,
Pagans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Camberwell Now,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jerry's Kids,
Kevin Saunderson,
Supertramp,
Dark Day,
Donald Byrd,
Tomorrow,
Glambeats Corp.,
Groovy Waters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Zeros,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Count Five,
Sister Nancy,
The Moody Blues,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pole,
John Foxx,
Boredoms,
Talk Talk,
Tubeway Army,
K-Klass,
Susan Cadogan,
Warren Ellis,
Jeff Lynne,
Ultra Naté,
Tres Demented,
Skarface,
Scion,
Mantronix,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Chris Corsano,
Fear,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bush Tetras,
Surgeon,
Joensuu 1685,
Charles Mingus,
Young Marble Giants,
Henry Cow,
Depeche Mode,
Ronan,
Marmalade,
The Doors,
Royal Trux,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.