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 Venezuela and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron 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 Duran Duran to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joensuu 1685,
Metal Thangz,
Matthew Halsall,
Rosa Yemen,
The Velvet Underground,
Ludus,
Kerri Chandler,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Blackbyrds,
JFA,
Marcia Griffiths,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
MDC,
John Holt,
ABBA,
Eric Copeland,
New Order,
Amazonics,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Vogues,
Vainqueur,
Wolf Eyes,
Jeff Mills,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Dead C,
Avey Tare,
Bad Manners,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joe Smooth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Brothers Johnson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Basic Channel,
The Red Krayola,
Absolute Body Control,
The Monochrome Set,
Ultimate Spinach,
Idris Muhammad,
The Moleskins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Evens,
U.S. Maple,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Arab on Radar,
Popol Vuh,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lightning Bolt,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Loose Ends,
Saccharine Trust,
Hoover,
Babytalk,
Mission of Burma,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sex Pistols,
Monks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.