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 Tanzania and from Stockholm.
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 Toronto and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba 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 Flesh Eaters to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Marine Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Human League,
Moebius,
Eurythmics,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Little Man,
Gastr Del Sol,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Blues Magoos,
Eden Ahbez,
Derrick May,
Rites of Spring,
H. Thieme,
Gabor Szabo,
Newcleus,
Marvin Gaye,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tomorrow,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
DJ Style,
Warren Ellis,
Heaven 17,
New York Dolls,
The Moleskins,
Supertramp,
Mantronix,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
David Bowie,
Yusef Lateef,
Khruangbin,
Lalann,
Erykah Badu,
The Leaves,
The Doors,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Johnny Clarke,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eli Mardock,
The Offenders,
Stereo Dub,
Aswad,
David McCallum,
The Velvet Underground,
Joyce Sims,
Alton Ellis,
Freddie Wadling,
Patti Smith,
The Selecter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Dead C,
Charles Mingus,
Das Ding,
Amon Düül II,
The Buckinghams,
The Count Five,
Eric Dolphy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Niagra,
China Crisis,
Jerry's Kids,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.