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 Nicaragua and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb 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 The Seeds to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Sandy B,
June Days,
Pussy Galore,
Dawn Penn,
Danielle Patucci,
Skriet,
Crispian St. Peters,
K-Klass,
Sight & Sound,
Supertramp,
The Real Kids,
The Offenders,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Sheep,
Ultimate Spinach,
Robert Wyatt,
Nik Kershaw,
Tubeway Army,
Japan,
Fela Kuti,
the Bar-Kays,
Magazine,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Raincoats,
Neil Young,
The Victims,
The Fire Engines,
Fad Gadget,
Aural Exciters,
The Sonics,
Brass Construction,
Flipper,
Goldenarms,
Roxette,
Alice Coltrane,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Golliwogs,
Harmonia,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pagans,
Funkadelic,
The Doobie Brothers,
Index,
Saccharine Trust,
The Last Poets,
The New Christs,
Derrick May,
Model 500,
Duran Duran,
Howard Jones,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Iggy Pop,
Ice-T,
Bobby Womack,
The Evens,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Talk Talk,
The Count Five,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.