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 Djibouti and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Real Kids to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Soul Sonic Force,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Yellowson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
One Last Wish,
Young Marble Giants,
The Remains,
Pere Ubu,
Schoolly D,
Procol Harum,
Chrome,
Jandek,
Funky Four + One,
Delon & Dalcan,
Half Japanese,
Tears for Fears,
Roy Ayers,
Flipper,
Lower 48,
Bad Manners,
Matthew Halsall,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Angry Samoans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
UT,
Scratch Acid,
The Fire Engines,
The Young Rascals,
The Cramps,
China Crisis,
10cc,
Man Eating Sloth,
Johnny Clarke,
The Skatalites,
Lightning Bolt,
The Victims,
Laurel Aitken,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Standells,
Agent Orange,
Anthony Braxton,
The Busters,
Suburban Knight,
Yaz,
Massinfluence,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scott Walker,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Searchers,
Nik Kershaw,
a-ha,
B.T. Express,
Soul II Soul,
Harmonia,
The Vogues,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.