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 Mali and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Black Pus,
Hoover,
Kas Product,
The Selecter,
The Cure,
The Star Department,
Supertramp,
Crispy Ambulance,
a-ha,
Joey Negro,
Qualms,
Franke,
Angry Samoans,
Sun City Girls,
cv313,
One Last Wish,
Tubeway Army,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Smog,
The Leaves,
Warsaw,
the Bar-Kays,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Moon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Grass Roots,
Suburban Knight,
Toni Rubio,
FM Einheit,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pantytec,
PIL,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Martian,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hasil Adkins,
The Birthday Party,
Hardrive,
Prince Buster,
Fad Gadget,
Todd Rundgren,
Boredoms,
Interpol,
This Heat,
Robert Wyatt,
The Saints,
The Flesh Eaters,
Accadde A,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Misunderstood,
Patti Smith,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Human League,
Ronan,
Thompson Twins,
Eric Copeland,
JFA,
The Monks,
The Wake,
Lindisfarne,
Crooked Eye,
Youth Brigade,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.