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 Laos and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 New Order to the electroclash 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Quadrant,
Black Flag,
John Coltrane,
Faraquet,
Ituana,
Hardrive,
cv313,
The Selecter,
Shoche,
the Human League,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Porter Ricks,
Bush Tetras,
The Litter,
Boz Scaggs,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Gories,
The Durutti Column,
Cameo,
Ossler,
Crash Course in Science,
Connie Case,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Moss Icon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Aural Exciters,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Mummies,
Popol Vuh,
Simply Red,
Organ,
Ronan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Khruangbin,
The Five Americans,
These Immortal Souls,
Brothers Johnson,
Surgeon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Main Source,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Livin' Joy,
The Birthday Party,
Camouflage,
Marine Girls,
Mission of Burma,
The Count Five,
Eric Dolphy,
Quando Quango,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jacques Brel,
The American Breed,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Audionom,
Joyce Sims,
Young Marble Giants,
a-ha,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.