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 Brunei and from Madrid.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes 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 Duran Duran to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Eve St. Jones,
Monks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Peter & Gordon,
Mandrill,
FM Einheit,
Gichy Dan,
Von Mondo,
Whodini,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bronski Beat,
Albert Ayler,
Sugar Minott,
The Alarm Clocks,
Quadrant,
The Real Kids,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bad Manners,
Silicon Teens,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lindisfarne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Swell Maps,
China Crisis,
Wally Richardson,
Fela Kuti,
Sun City Girls,
Barbara Tucker,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Alice Coltrane,
This Heat,
Fluxion,
Little Man,
Scrapy,
Lou Reed,
New Order,
Wings,
Joy Division,
Pere Ubu,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Bobby Byrd,
The Music Machine,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sight & Sound,
Nick Fraelich,
Unrelated Segments,
Morten Harket,
Spoonie Gee,
Crime,
The Modern Lovers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Velvet Underground,
Fear,
Black Pus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Camouflage,
X-102,
Cheater Slicks,
The Young Rascals,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.