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 Egypt and from Cairo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes 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 The Motions to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
The Selecter,
The New Christs,
Joe Smooth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Liliput,
Dawn Penn,
Radiohead,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Knickerbockers,
In Retrospect,
The Doors,
The Offenders,
This Heat,
The Moody Blues,
Monks,
Jandek,
Janne Schatter,
John Holt,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kool Moe Dee,
Con Funk Shun,
Section 25,
Blake Baxter,
Pantaleimon,
Kenny Larkin,
Judy Mowatt,
Severed Heads,
Al Stewart,
The Music Machine,
Scan 7,
Bobby Sherman,
Mo-Dettes,
Joe Finger,
Faust,
Nas,
Panda Bear,
Tres Demented,
Angry Samoans,
Groovy Waters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Das Ding,
Swell Maps,
The Skatalites,
Interpol,
Lou Christie,
The Victims,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eric Copeland,
Faraquet,
Altered Images,
The Pretty Things,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Martian,
Be Bop Deluxe,
E-Dancer,
Supertramp,
Youth Brigade,
Eurythmics,
The Monks,
Peter & Gordon,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.