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 Senegal and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Excepter to the rock 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Average White Band,
Skarface,
Blake Baxter,
The Angels of Light,
Duran Duran,
Neu!,
Crime,
Black Bananas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tres Demented,
Joe Finger,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lou Christie,
Josef K,
Roy Ayers,
Television Personalities,
Lindisfarne,
Frankie Knuckles,
JFA,
Althea and Donna,
The Smoke,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crooked Eye,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Leonard Cohen,
Depeche Mode,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Organ,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Human League,
Joyce Sims,
Minor Threat,
Fela Kuti,
Funky Four + One,
Section 25,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fall,
T. Rex,
Mars,
ABC,
Soft Machine,
In Retrospect,
Cal Tjader,
The Grass Roots,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Connie Case,
Newcleus,
Yazoo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Moebius,
Pole,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pussy Galore,
The Red Krayola,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
8 Eyed Spy,
Aloha Tigers,
A Certain Ratio,
Charles Mingus,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.