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 Cameroon and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro 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 Mars to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eve St. Jones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
The Trojans,
Cheater Slicks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Grandmaster Flash,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Divine Comedy,
Kaleidoscope,
Crooked Eye,
Sällskapet,
CMW,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Magazine,
Matthew Halsall,
The Detroit Cobras,
Intrusion,
Ten City,
Scratch Acid,
D'Angelo,
U.S. Maple,
Masters at Work,
Newcleus,
Nirvana,
David McCallum,
Icehouse,
Marshall Jefferson,
H. Thieme,
Soft Cell,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sparks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roxy Music,
Supertramp,
Eric Dolphy,
Make Up,
Dave Gahan,
The Blackbyrds,
Steve Hackett,
The Raincoats,
Ohio Players,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cybotron,
Niagra,
Pierre Henry,
Electric Prunes,
Joe Finger,
JFA,
UT,
Bob Dylan,
Alton Ellis,
The Happenings,
Donald Byrd,
The Techniques,
Minor Threat,
The Searchers,
Maleditus Sound,
Toni Rubio,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lightning Bolt,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.