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 Pakistan and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Los Fastidios to the rock 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Thompson Twins,
cv313,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tommy Roe,
Danielle Patucci,
Smog,
Laurel Aitken,
Janne Schatter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lebanon Hanover,
Boz Scaggs,
Roy Ayers,
Y Pants,
Josef K,
This Heat,
Clear Light,
Lucky Dragons,
Arthur Verocai,
Kas Product,
Kerri Chandler,
Aloha Tigers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Hashim,
Magma,
Symarip,
Siglo XX,
Rufus Thomas,
David McCallum,
Glambeats Corp.,
Urselle,
La Düsseldorf,
Barbara Tucker,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Max Romeo,
Jacob Miller,
The Birthday Party,
The Kinks,
Soft Machine,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
X-101,
Monolake,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dead Boys,
The Doobie Brothers,
Don Cherry,
The Flesh Eaters,
Derrick Morgan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Zero Boys,
Johnny Osbourne,
R.M.O.,
Marc Almond,
Sam Rivers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sun City Girls,
Wings,
The Velvet Underground,
Tears for Fears,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.