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 Bangladesh and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sällskapet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Bootsy Collins,
Pussy Galore,
One Last Wish,
The Sonics,
Radiopuhelimet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rakim,
Dennis Brown,
Johnny Osbourne,
Oblivians,
Jeff Lynne,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
La Düsseldorf,
10cc,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Davy DMX,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Deadbeat,
Gerry Rafferty,
Hoover,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Erasure,
John Holt,
Donald Byrd,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Coltrane,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Los Fastidios,
James White and The Blacks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lucky Dragons,
Josef K,
Flipper,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Misunderstood,
Brand Nubian,
Girls At Our Best!,
Whodini,
Cecil Taylor,
Rod Modell,
kango's stein massive,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mark Hollis,
DJ Sneak,
Popol Vuh,
The Music Machine,
Aaron Thompson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Altered Images,
Blake Baxter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mandrill,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.