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 Madagascar and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Litter 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Move,
Moebius,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Bar-Kays,
The Black Dice,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Arcadia,
Public Image Ltd.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Anthony Braxton,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sexual Harrassment,
Accadde A,
Zero Boys,
Derrick Morgan,
X-Ray Spex,
Tubeway Army,
Sixth Finger,
Japan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Swell Maps,
Skarface,
Junior Murvin,
MDC,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kerrie Biddell,
Television,
the Germs,
Freddie Wadling,
Aaron Thompson,
Faraquet,
The Victims,
Roxy Music,
Moby Grape,
Dorothy Ashby,
Aloha Tigers,
Carl Craig,
Young Marble Giants,
The Monochrome Set,
The Cure,
Fluxion,
Vainqueur,
Crash Course in Science,
Outsiders,
Radiohead,
Terry Callier,
Quadrant,
Deepchord,
Brand Nubian,
Ultravox,
Brothers Johnson,
The Raincoats,
Das Ding,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cymande,
Average White Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Judy Mowatt,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.