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 Seoul.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 The Tremeloes to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Gabor Szabo,
Mo-Dettes,
Johnny Clarke,
Young Marble Giants,
The New Christs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Monochrome Set,
Godley & Creme,
The Toasters,
Marine Girls,
Oneida,
Neil Young,
Slave,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Reagan Youth,
EPMD,
Al Stewart,
Black Sheep,
The Techniques,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Leonard Cohen,
Procol Harum,
The Selecter,
Suicide,
Porter Ricks,
Barbara Tucker,
Absolute Body Control,
Gang Green,
Anakelly,
Bobby Sherman,
Tomorrow,
the Bar-Kays,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dorothy Ashby,
Schoolly D,
Television,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Smoke,
The Stooges,
The Busters,
Crash Course in Science,
The Star Department,
Metal Thangz,
Bush Tetras,
Harry Pussy,
Bobby Byrd,
The Detroit Cobras,
Los Fastidios,
Camouflage,
AZ,
Organ,
Bill Near,
Gang of Four,
Nico,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.