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 Johannesburg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Inner City to the disco 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Chris Corsano,
Davy DMX,
The Raincoats,
Dave Gahan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Flash Fearless,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Barclay James Harvest,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rufus Thomas,
The Invisible,
Boredoms,
The Five Americans,
Sight & Sound,
Al Stewart,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Smoke,
The Electric Prunes,
Moby Grape,
Marvin Gaye,
The Kinks,
Magazine,
ABC,
Thee Headcoats,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joey Negro,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Last Poets,
Faraquet,
Byron Stingily,
Donny Hathaway,
the Human League,
Whodini,
Susan Cadogan,
Bronski Beat,
The Golliwogs,
Electric Prunes,
Chrome,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Zeros,
The Birthday Party,
The Residents,
Los Fastidios,
Talk Talk,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
DNA,
Angry Samoans,
Soft Machine,
the Germs,
Blossom Toes,
Matthew Halsall,
The Cowsills,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dawn Penn,
Ohio Players,
Saccharine Trust,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.