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 China and from New York.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Guru Guru to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
DJ Style,
The Modern Lovers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scott Walker,
Tropical Tobacco,
Masters at Work,
The Star Department,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
ABBA,
Nils Olav,
The Gladiators,
Basic Channel,
Peter and Kerry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Minnie Riperton,
Robert Hood,
Black Moon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
David Bowie,
New Age Steppers,
Brand Nubian,
The Golliwogs,
Subhumans,
Spandau Ballet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Velvet Underground,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
FM Einheit,
Prince Buster,
Suburban Knight,
Kaleidoscope,
Yaz,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
E-Dancer,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Dead C,
The Slackers,
Robert Görl,
X-Ray Spex,
Byron Stingily,
Intrusion,
Roger Hodgson,
Schoolly D,
Man Eating Sloth,
Minor Threat,
Quando Quango,
X-102,
Amazonics,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Con Funk Shun,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mark Hollis,
Can,
cv313,
D'Angelo,
Deepchord,
Fatback Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Neu!,
Moss Icon,
Agent Orange,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.