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 Indonesia and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar 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 Ossler to the jazz 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
UT,
Technova,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Divine Comedy,
Hashim,
Pantytec,
Minnie Riperton,
Magazine,
Iggy Pop,
Camberwell Now,
Amon Düül,
The Sound,
Heaven 17,
48th St. Collective,
Minutemen,
The Blackbyrds,
Curtis Mayfield,
Buzzcocks,
Sun City Girls,
Ornette Coleman,
John Lydon,
Sex Pistols,
Soft Machine,
The Offenders,
Boredoms,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Maurizio,
the Human League,
Fat Boys,
Gabor Szabo,
Pere Ubu,
Tears for Fears,
Todd Rundgren,
Altered Images,
Khruangbin,
Thompson Twins,
David Axelrod,
Jacob Miller,
Roger Hodgson,
Wasted Youth,
Bill Near,
Spoonie Gee,
Ultravox,
Procol Harum,
Gang Green,
Warren Ellis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Carl Craig,
ABC,
Traffic Nightmare,
Radiohead,
Deakin,
Interpol,
Angry Samoans,
DNA,
Marmalade,
Chris Corsano,
The Blues Magoos,
Rhythm & Sound,
Warsaw,
This Heat,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.