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 Kuwait and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 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 Scott Walker to the techno 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Judy Mowatt,
Crash Course in Science,
Spandau Ballet,
Hot Snakes,
Leonard Cohen,
Oneida,
Scan 7,
Maleditus Sound,
Tommy Roe,
Kas Product,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Alison Limerick,
Ludus,
LL Cool J,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Average White Band,
cv313,
Spoonie Gee,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lakeside,
Matthew Halsall,
Skaos,
Clear Light,
Electric Prunes,
Soft Cell,
Soul Sonic Force,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cal Tjader,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ronnie Foster,
Max Romeo,
Mr. Review,
One Last Wish,
Moebius,
Sun City Girls,
Panda Bear,
Scratch Acid,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Sheep,
Dual Sessions,
Sixth Finger,
Michelle Simonal,
Television Personalities,
Lou Christie,
Darondo,
David Bowie,
Grauzone,
Loose Ends,
Drexciya,
Anakelly,
Skriet,
John Foxx,
the Bar-Kays,
Liliput,
Rapeman,
FM Einheit,
Bang On A Can,
Peter & Gordon,
Monolake,
Alphaville,
Organ,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.