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 Colombia and from Beijing.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator 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 Rosa Yemen to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Underground Resistance,
Nirvana,
Pole,
These Immortal Souls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rufus Thomas,
Scientists,
Newcleus,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Searchers,
Vainqueur,
Sandy B,
ABC,
The Toasters,
Sam Rivers,
Guru Guru,
FM Einheit,
The Names,
Brothers Johnson,
The Zeros,
The Buckinghams,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Quando Quango,
One Last Wish,
The Walker Brothers,
The Misunderstood,
The Fugs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Harry Pussy,
Marc Almond,
The Sound,
Simply Red,
The Monochrome Set,
Surgeon,
Reuben Wilson,
Fugazi,
Oneida,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scrapy,
Johnny Clarke,
Panda Bear,
Bad Manners,
Ornette Coleman,
The Standells,
Eric Copeland,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
T. Rex,
Sound Behaviour,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Brand Nubian,
Mark Hollis,
Faraquet,
CMW,
Ponytail,
Model 500,
Swell Maps,
June Days,
James White and The Blacks,
Minor Threat,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.