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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro 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 Isaac Hayes to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
The Searchers,
Parry Music,
June of 44,
Franke,
Public Enemy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Boredoms,
The Music Machine,
Hardrive,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Terry Callier,
Q and Not U,
Excepter,
The Velvet Underground,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Moebius,
Toni Rubio,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bizarre Inc.,
Matthew Bourne,
Flamin' Groovies,
Quadrant,
The Index,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Harpers Bizarre,
David Axelrod,
Main Source,
Johnny Clarke,
The Names,
Tears for Fears,
The Fall,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Seeds,
The Star Department,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Swans,
Audionom,
Stetsasonic,
Von Mondo,
Average White Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hasil Adkins,
Television,
AZ,
The Dave Clark Five,
Arthur Verocai,
Mission of Burma,
Radiohead,
Pylon,
Reuben Wilson,
Neil Young,
Sparks,
Warren Ellis,
Glambeats Corp.,
Patti Smith,
The Golliwogs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Delta 5,
In Retrospect,
The Young Rascals,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.