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 Malaysia 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Techniques to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Chris & Cosey,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
MDC,
cv313,
Lucky Dragons,
Y Pants,
DJ Sneak,
In Retrospect,
Unrelated Segments,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Velvet Underground,
Angry Samoans,
Josef K,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Slick Rick,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Von Mondo,
Thompson Twins,
The Skatalites,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Livin' Joy,
Derrick May,
The Moody Blues,
Joy Division,
Eric Copeland,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Quando Quango,
Radio Birdman,
Siglo XX,
Eve St. Jones,
Man Parrish,
Royal Trux,
Yaz,
Surgeon,
the Normal,
Pylon,
Delta 5,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Suburban Knight,
Mission of Burma,
Alison Limerick,
The Fall,
Slave,
The Dead C,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Skaos,
Leonard Cohen,
The Sound,
Crispian St. Peters,
Main Source,
The Gap Band,
Television,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Selecter,
Cheater Slicks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Simply Red,
Kayak,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.