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 Belgium and from Delhi.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Kerrie Biddell to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Moby Grape,
Monolake,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kerri Chandler,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lungfish,
Altered Images,
Man Parrish,
Masters at Work,
The Blues Magoos,
Suburban Knight,
Pagans,
Wire,
Moss Icon,
Chrome,
AZ,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Saints,
Duran Duran,
The Beau Brummels,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
New York Dolls,
Pole,
Supertramp,
John Coltrane,
X-Ray Spex,
Shoche,
Moebius,
Henry Cow,
Bobby Hutcherson,
cv313,
OOIOO,
Crash Course in Science,
Parry Music,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Minny Pops,
Fatback Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Trumans Water,
10cc,
Crispian St. Peters,
Crime,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sound Behaviour,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Martian,
Grey Daturas,
Brick,
Soul Sonic Force,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gerry Rafferty,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nik Kershaw,
Circle Jerks,
The Count Five,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sarah Menescal,
Steve Hackett,
Matthew Bourne,
Delta 5,
Fad Gadget,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.