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 New York.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 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 Moleskins to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Shoche,
The Divine Comedy,
Reuben Wilson,
Bush Tetras,
Curtis Mayfield,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Main Source,
The Saints,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Bananas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Wake,
Stiv Bators,
the Soft Cell,
Eric Dolphy,
Malaria!,
Jandek,
Massinfluence,
Essential Logic,
The Gladiators,
Trumans Water,
Charles Mingus,
Underground Resistance,
Donny Hathaway,
John Lydon,
Byron Stingily,
Youth Brigade,
Goldenarms,
The Durutti Column,
Roger Hodgson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pulsallama,
Eddi Front,
The Mummies,
DJ Style,
Moss Icon,
Aural Exciters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Neu!,
Pylon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Minny Pops,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Anakelly,
Rufus Thomas,
Los Fastidios,
Morten Harket,
Joey Negro,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hoover,
T. Rex,
Moby Grape,
Brand Nubian,
Kayak,
Matthew Halsall,
The Move,
Nils Olav,
Mr. Review,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.