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 Kiribati and from London.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe 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 Ken Boothe to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Amon Düül II,
Dawn Penn,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Monks,
Wolf Eyes,
Q65,
Aaron Thompson,
Gang Green,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pierre Henry,
Rod Modell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Echospace,
Derrick May,
Joe Finger,
Matthew Halsall,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
June of 44,
Crispian St. Peters,
Make Up,
The Alarm Clocks,
Visage,
Marine Girls,
Joe Smooth,
Absolute Body Control,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fire Engines,
Arab on Radar,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tres Demented,
Juan Atkins,
The Walker Brothers,
The Music Machine,
Hot Snakes,
Colin Newman,
MDC,
Aural Exciters,
Khruangbin,
World's Most,
Yazoo,
Mr. Review,
The Golliwogs,
Scratch Acid,
Robert Görl,
Das Ding,
Scrapy,
T.S.O.L.,
Robert Hood,
Sparks,
the Soft Cell,
Skriet,
Byron Stingily,
Black Sheep,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Velvet Underground,
Mo-Dettes,
The Cure,
Nik Kershaw,
Howard Jones,
Moss Icon,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.