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 Ukraine and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
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 oboe 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 Arab on Radar to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nation of Ulysses,
Judy Mowatt,
Amazonics,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Theoretical Girls,
Mad Mike,
EPMD,
Vainqueur,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tears for Fears,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Goldenarms,
Rosa Yemen,
The Doors,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lakeside,
Young Marble Giants,
Erasure,
Fear,
Accadde A,
OOIOO,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Aswad,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Stereo Dub,
Rotary Connection,
Jacques Brel,
Cymande,
Reagan Youth,
Camouflage,
Inner City,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rod Modell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Amon Düül,
Whodini,
Jawbox,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Deadbeat,
Aaron Thompson,
The Smoke,
Matthew Bourne,
Interpol,
Steve Hackett,
Sixth Finger,
Spandau Ballet,
Warsaw,
Radiohead,
Q and Not U,
The Monks,
Cecil Taylor,
Panda Bear,
Zero Boys,
Dark Day,
Donald Byrd,
Organ,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Bar-Kays,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.