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 Ivory Coast and from Halifax.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
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 rhodes 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 Eric Dolphy to the electroclash 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Selecter,
The Birthday Party,
The Shadows of Knight,
a-ha,
Moby Grape,
James White and The Blacks,
Simply Red,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
X-Ray Spex,
Infiniti,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Buzzcocks,
Technova,
Lou Christie,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Index,
Brass Construction,
Lungfish,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kas Product,
The Vogues,
Delta 5,
Stiv Bators,
Johnny Clarke,
The Dirtbombs,
Nik Kershaw,
Intrusion,
Television Personalities,
Pole,
Duran Duran,
Tubeway Army,
Q and Not U,
John Holt,
Shoche,
The Sonics,
The Detroit Cobras,
Surgeon,
The Martian,
Donny Hathaway,
ABBA,
Maleditus Sound,
Public Enemy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pagans,
Lyres,
Trumans Water,
The American Breed,
Dawn Penn,
La Düsseldorf,
Godley & Creme,
The Pop Group,
The Fortunes,
Reuben Wilson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mr. Review,
New Age Steppers,
Minnie Riperton,
Minor Threat,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.