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 Dominican Republic and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
ABBA,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rotary Connection,
The Sound,
Jerry's Kids,
Al Stewart,
The Index,
Wally Richardson,
Aural Exciters,
Erasure,
DJ Style,
Parry Music,
Marvin Gaye,
Smog,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joy Division,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pere Ubu,
Bootsy Collins,
The Last Poets,
Marine Girls,
Accadde A,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fortunes,
The Gun Club,
Lou Christie,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Alphaville,
Inner City,
48th St. Collective,
The Dave Clark Five,
Juan Atkins,
Mars,
China Crisis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Faust,
The Busters,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Stooges,
Thee Headcoats,
Crooked Eye,
The Cramps,
Drive Like Jehu,
Severed Heads,
Cluster,
Gang Green,
Joyce Sims,
Agent Orange,
Donny Hathaway,
The Doobie Brothers,
Unrelated Segments,
Lou Reed,
Matthew Bourne,
The Zeros,
The Divine Comedy,
Ossler,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Arthur Verocai,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.