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 Burkina and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the sitar 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 Lyres to the electroclash 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Suicide,
The Fugs,
The Mojo Men,
Mad Mike,
The Standells,
Chris Corsano,
Bobby Sherman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bronski Beat,
Niagra,
Gabor Szabo,
The Offenders,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Michelle Simonal,
Rhythm & Sound,
F. McDonald,
The Fortunes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Alton Ellis,
Neu!,
kango's stein massive,
Oblivians,
Motorama,
Wire,
Anakelly,
MDC,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soft Cell,
Bobby Womack,
Radiopuhelimet,
Minor Threat,
The Durutti Column,
Leonard Cohen,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Max Romeo,
Visage,
The Music Machine,
The Raincoats,
Funky Four + One,
Outsiders,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Infiniti,
Deepchord,
Yazoo,
The Pop Group,
10cc,
Royal Trux,
Negative Approach,
Q and Not U,
Roxy Music,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Move,
Talk Talk,
Fat Boys,
Rod Modell,
Simply Red,
Radio Birdman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Heaven 17,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.