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 Gambia and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer 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 Trumans Water to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Pussy Galore,
Fad Gadget,
Stetsasonic,
Absolute Body Control,
The Cramps,
cv313,
Electric Prunes,
The Evens,
Lungfish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Aloha Tigers,
The Move,
The Doobie Brothers,
Agitation Free,
Jesper Dahlback,
Minnie Riperton,
Angry Samoans,
June Days,
Livin' Joy,
the Slits,
Don Cherry,
Roger Hodgson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobby Hutcherson,
Toni Rubio,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nils Olav,
The Skatalites,
Minny Pops,
Tears for Fears,
Piero Umiliani,
The Pop Group,
Freddie Wadling,
Quando Quango,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Johnny Osbourne,
Subhumans,
The Raincoats,
The Red Krayola,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Moon,
Pagans,
Rapeman,
Ten City,
Pere Ubu,
Carl Craig,
Eve St. Jones,
Marine Girls,
Godley & Creme,
DJ Style,
Nirvana,
Circle Jerks,
The Gories,
L. Decosne,
Boz Scaggs,
Alton Ellis,
Bootsy Collins,
The Moody Blues,
Dave Gahan,
Surgeon,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.