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 Estonia and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
One Last Wish,
Electric Prunes,
Max Romeo,
Flash Fearless,
Grandmaster Flash,
Curtis Mayfield,
Colin Newman,
Swans,
Toni Rubio,
Lou Reed,
Average White Band,
Sixth Finger,
Tim Buckley,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ultravox,
Sun Ra,
Livin' Joy,
The Real Kids,
Howard Jones,
U.S. Maple,
Nas,
Steve Hackett,
The Velvet Underground,
Bill Near,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
FM Einheit,
Whodini,
kango's stein massive,
The Grass Roots,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Freddie Wadling,
Kerri Chandler,
Byron Stingily,
Roy Ayers,
Fatback Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
It's A Beautiful Day,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Mojo Men,
Roxette,
Aaron Thompson,
the Fania All-Stars,
The New Christs,
Moss Icon,
the Swans,
Bluetip,
Deakin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Gories,
The Durutti Column,
Mad Mike,
DNA,
Main Source,
Rekid,
Icehouse,
Scion,
Gang Green,
Interpol,
Vladislav Delay,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.