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 Oman 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Tremeloes,
Von Mondo,
Brass Construction,
Stiv Bators,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scratch Acid,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Con Funk Shun,
Warsaw,
Deepchord,
Lou Christie,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Franke,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fat Boys,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Motions,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Buzzcocks,
Radiohead,
Josef K,
EPMD,
Bobby Womack,
Juan Atkins,
Ultravox,
The Vogues,
Janne Schatter,
Ultra Naté,
OOIOO,
Theoretical Girls,
The Cowsills,
The Human League,
Matthew Halsall,
Brothers Johnson,
The Wake,
Derrick Morgan,
Arthur Verocai,
Roger Hodgson,
The Saints,
Crime,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Basic Channel,
New York Dolls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scrapy,
Mad Mike,
Don Cherry,
Roxy Music,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Associates,
Peter and Kerry,
Easy Going,
Urselle,
T. Rex,
Metal Thangz,
Peter & Gordon,
Rites of Spring,
The Mummies,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.