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 Portugal and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe 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 Cheater Slicks to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Parry Music,
Moss Icon,
Nico,
Ossler,
X-102,
Von Mondo,
The Moody Blues,
Curtis Mayfield,
Whodini,
Reuben Wilson,
Patti Smith,
Tom Boy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ludus,
The Skatalites,
The Vogues,
Circle Jerks,
Suicide,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rotary Connection,
Warren Ellis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Cowsills,
Leonard Cohen,
Stiv Bators,
Visage,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Guru Guru,
Popol Vuh,
Easy Going,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Motions,
The Cure,
Siglo XX,
Eric Dolphy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Brothers Johnson,
Deakin,
JFA,
EPMD,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Toni Rubio,
Shoche,
Henry Cow,
Cluster,
Young Marble Giants,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Coltrane,
Wally Richardson,
Stetsasonic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Glambeats Corp.,
Boredoms,
The Durutti Column,
Cameo,
Sight & Sound,
Blossom Toes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Godley & Creme,
Gabor Szabo,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.