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 Chad and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro 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 Lalo Schifrin to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Human League,
Buzzcocks,
Niagra,
Johnny Osbourne,
Banda Bassotti,
Ituana,
Stiv Bators,
The Knickerbockers,
David Bowie,
Oblivians,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kenny Larkin,
The Wake,
Cymande,
Soul II Soul,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ultra Naté,
The Gap Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Buckinghams,
Unwound,
The J.B.'s,
Toni Rubio,
Crispian St. Peters,
The United States of America,
The Tremeloes,
Drexciya,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Main Source,
Grauzone,
The Searchers,
Easy Going,
Anakelly,
Rotary Connection,
Lakeside,
The Techniques,
The Residents,
Simply Red,
Little Man,
Fear,
Silicon Teens,
T.S.O.L.,
the Normal,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gichy Dan,
Scratch Acid,
The Divine Comedy,
Babytalk,
Oneida,
Parry Music,
Eden Ahbez,
The Modern Lovers,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Sound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Japan,
Model 500,
Prince Buster,
Soft Cell,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.