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 Qatar and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin 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 Michelle Simonal to the techno 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Skriet,
Aural Exciters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Laurel Aitken,
Nils Olav,
Bill Near,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cybotron,
The Mojo Men,
Animal Collective,
Max Romeo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dual Sessions,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
New York Dolls,
Icehouse,
Arcadia,
Howard Jones,
Lightning Bolt,
Smog,
Fugazi,
Lindisfarne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Peter and Kerry,
Ponytail,
The Knickerbockers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bob Dylan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Spoonie Gee,
Ornette Coleman,
The Gladiators,
Ten City,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Dirtbombs,
Girls At Our Best!,
James White and The Blacks,
Junior Murvin,
Bauhaus,
Amazonics,
The Happenings,
Steve Hackett,
Blancmange,
The Skatalites,
Carl Craig,
The Residents,
Eric Copeland,
Grey Daturas,
Oblivians,
Subhumans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fela Kuti,
Eli Mardock,
Sandy B,
Infiniti,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eden Ahbez,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Moon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.