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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba 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 Vladislav Delay to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Ken Boothe,
Kevin Saunderson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Barracudas,
Jeru the Damaja,
Swans,
Section 25,
Scan 7,
10cc,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lightning Bolt,
The Cowsills,
Nik Kershaw,
The Associates,
Delta 5,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Arcadia,
The Leaves,
The Tremeloes,
Faust,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Coltrane,
Yusef Lateef,
Bad Manners,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cluster,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rakim,
Symarip,
Grauzone,
Main Source,
DNA,
Bobby Womack,
Popol Vuh,
Faraquet,
Sällskapet,
Stiv Bators,
Theoretical Girls,
New York Dolls,
Outsiders,
Royal Trux,
Talk Talk,
PIL,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pagans,
Henry Cow,
Camouflage,
Darondo,
La Düsseldorf,
New Age Steppers,
Make Up,
Soft Machine,
Public Image Ltd.,
Neil Young,
The Busters,
The Litter,
Desert Stars,
Bootsy Collins,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.