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 Paris.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Boogie Down Productions to the grime 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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Ludus,
Outsiders,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ten City,
Maleditus Sound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
David McCallum,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sun Ra,
Roxette,
David Axelrod,
Aswad,
Kenny Larkin,
Max Romeo,
Surgeon,
The Pretty Things,
The Move,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hoover,
Echospace,
Intrusion,
Swans,
Nick Fraelich,
Ralphi Rosario,
Index,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rotary Connection,
Minny Pops,
Letta Mbulu,
Dorothy Ashby,
Skarface,
The Offenders,
Qualms,
Bad Manners,
Television,
Girls At Our Best!,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Freddie Wadling,
The Residents,
Rekid,
Pharoah Sanders,
Skaos,
Morten Harket,
UT,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rites of Spring,
Nils Olav,
Fatback Band,
Arcadia,
The Moody Blues,
Marcia Griffiths,
Subhumans,
Colin Newman,
Dead Boys,
Bill Near,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Juan Atkins,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.