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 Mauritius and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Al Stewart to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Bad Manners,
The Flesh Eaters,
Khruangbin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Young Rascals,
T. Rex,
Anakelly,
Pantaleimon,
Laurel Aitken,
Marc Almond,
The Skatalites,
The Index,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jacques Brel,
Lucky Dragons,
Ultravox,
Japan,
Throbbing Gristle,
H. Thieme,
Alphaville,
Heaven 17,
The Doors,
Inner City,
A Certain Ratio,
Parry Music,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
B.T. Express,
Ronan,
Youth Brigade,
Skaos,
The Motions,
AZ,
Bob Dylan,
Barclay James Harvest,
ABC,
Rotary Connection,
Rapeman,
Mr. Review,
Fat Boys,
Johnny Clarke,
Delon & Dalcan,
La Düsseldorf,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Moon,
Fluxion,
Anthony Braxton,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Last Poets,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cymande,
Young Marble Giants,
Niagra,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.