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 Indonesia and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ 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 Pretty Things to the grime 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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names 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?
Tres Demented,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Peter & Gordon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
ABC,
Derrick May,
Sonny Sharrock,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
U.S. Maple,
Half Japanese,
Tom Boy,
Isaac Hayes,
Bob Dylan,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Evens,
Khruangbin,
Amon Düül,
The Mummies,
Stetsasonic,
Dead Boys,
Howard Jones,
Pierre Henry,
Fat Boys,
Marmalade,
Whodini,
Marshall Jefferson,
Aural Exciters,
Suicide,
Terrestrial Tones,
Judy Mowatt,
Soft Machine,
The Busters,
The Human League,
The Vogues,
Oneida,
Jimmy McGriff,
Main Source,
Buzzcocks,
Skaos,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Talk Talk,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Deepchord,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eden Ahbez,
Skriet,
the Sonics,
Lakeside,
Aswad,
Barclay James Harvest,
Second Layer,
The Red Krayola,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ken Boothe,
Loose Ends,
Robert Wyatt,
The Leaves,
Aloha Tigers,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.