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 Micronesia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Al Stewart to the disco 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Electric Prunes,
The Wake,
Model 500,
L. Decosne,
Alton Ellis,
Ultimate Spinach,
The United States of America,
The Monks,
Second Layer,
Minny Pops,
48th St. Collective,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Dead C,
Massinfluence,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bob Dylan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Dark Day,
Lakeside,
Arcadia,
Gang Green,
Wire,
The Barracudas,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Leaves,
The Gladiators,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Golliwogs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soft Cell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Doors,
Sarah Menescal,
Crooked Eye,
Flipper,
T. Rex,
Animal Collective,
The Star Department,
Half Japanese,
James White and The Blacks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Normal,
Urselle,
Altered Images,
The Pop Group,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Cowsills,
Terry Callier,
Scratch Acid,
Soul II Soul,
The Zeros,
Sun City Girls,
Roxy Music,
The Index,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.