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 Uzbekistan and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Gladiators to the crunk 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Walker Brothers,
Absolute Body Control,
Flamin' Groovies,
A Certain Ratio,
The Skatalites,
Todd Rundgren,
Skriet,
Los Fastidios,
The Golliwogs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Susan Cadogan,
Graham Central Station,
Procol Harum,
Joy Division,
Tomorrow,
Qualms,
Maleditus Sound,
Byron Stingily,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mary Jane Girls,
DJ Sneak,
Chrome,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gang of Four,
Gerry Rafferty,
Zero Boys,
T.S.O.L.,
Franke,
Bobby Sherman,
Scion,
The Gun Club,
Roxette,
Frankie Knuckles,
Brass Construction,
Blancmange,
Nick Fraelich,
Chris Corsano,
The Human League,
The Residents,
Lungfish,
Glenn Branca,
The Vogues,
the Association,
The Searchers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Godley & Creme,
The Tremeloes,
Trumans Water,
Severed Heads,
Moebius,
This Heat,
The Monochrome Set,
New York Dolls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Agitation Free,
Newcleus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.