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 Hungary and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 the Bar-Kays to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Tropical Tobacco,
Suicide,
Robert Hood,
Freddie Wadling,
Section 25,
Bobby Byrd,
The Misunderstood,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Trojans,
The Pop Group,
The Monks,
The Raincoats,
Reagan Youth,
Mark Hollis,
The Alarm Clocks,
Second Layer,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jacques Brel,
Malaria!,
Japan,
Bootsy Collins,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Index,
Brothers Johnson,
Niagra,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Duran Duran,
Hasil Adkins,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eve St. Jones,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Youth Brigade,
Brass Construction,
Stereo Dub,
Brand Nubian,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
New Age Steppers,
Au Pairs,
Boz Scaggs,
Stiv Bators,
Warsaw,
Patti Smith,
Adolescents,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Normal,
DNA,
AZ,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Aloha Tigers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dawn Penn,
Donald Byrd,
The Moleskins,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fat Boys,
Dual Sessions,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.