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 United States and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ 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 Masters at Work to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Echospace,
The Seeds,
Scion,
The Music Machine,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kaleidoscope,
Liliput,
Althea and Donna,
JFA,
Glenn Branca,
Index,
The Cure,
The Litter,
DNA,
Gichy Dan,
Pere Ubu,
The Cramps,
Archie Shepp,
Chris & Cosey,
10cc,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Evens,
The Zeros,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Neu!,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sarah Menescal,
Joyce Sims,
Faraquet,
Lungfish,
MC5,
These Immortal Souls,
The Gap Band,
The Birthday Party,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Groovy Waters,
Donald Byrd,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Chris Corsano,
Max Romeo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Sonics,
Josef K,
Ronan,
Angry Samoans,
Joe Finger,
Pylon,
The Monochrome Set,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
8 Eyed Spy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Easy Going,
The Stooges,
Glambeats Corp.,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ossler,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hardrive,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.