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 Nauru 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe 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 Kerri Chandler to the grime 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Fatback Band,
Roxette,
The Angels of Light,
David Axelrod,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Brass Construction,
Ultravox,
the Swans,
the Germs,
LL Cool J,
Cal Tjader,
Scion,
Scientists,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mandrill,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Panda Bear,
H. Thieme,
The Selecter,
Neu!,
Big Daddy Kane,
Supertramp,
Matthew Bourne,
Make Up,
Johnny Osbourne,
Vainqueur,
Soul II Soul,
Television Personalities,
The Monochrome Set,
Flipper,
Yazoo,
kango's stein massive,
The Neon Judgement,
The Sound,
The Leaves,
Pylon,
Scan 7,
Nick Fraelich,
Shuggie Otis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Radiopuhelimet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
K-Klass,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joyce Sims,
Neil Young,
Circle Jerks,
The Velvet Underground,
Vladislav Delay,
The Human League,
Janne Schatter,
Iggy Pop,
Man Parrish,
Rekid,
Ronan,
Sandy B,
Chris & Cosey,
The Searchers,
The Gories,
the Slits,
Hasil Adkins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Boredoms,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.