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 Azerbaijan and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer 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 Royal Family And The Poor to the rap 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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Animal Collective,
The Dirtbombs,
DJ Sneak,
The Sisters of Mercy,
K-Klass,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mission of Burma,
Absolute Body Control,
Whodini,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pulsallama,
Fluxion,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cheater Slicks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jeff Mills,
Joe Smooth,
The Invisible,
Scion,
The Real Kids,
F. McDonald,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bronski Beat,
Terrestrial Tones,
Aaron Thompson,
The Trojans,
The United States of America,
DNA,
cv313,
Sight & Sound,
Supertramp,
New York Dolls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Inner City,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Yusef Lateef,
Mark Hollis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Slick Rick,
Jimmy McGriff,
Blancmange,
Stetsasonic,
Brand Nubian,
Jacob Miller,
Fad Gadget,
Eurythmics,
Duran Duran,
Althea and Donna,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sarah Menescal,
Lightning Bolt,
Soul II Soul,
The Sonics,
Oblivians,
Erykah Badu,
Liliput,
Scan 7,
Ronan,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.