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 Ivory Coast and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Spandau Ballet to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division 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 grime 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 rhodes and a harpsichord 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 sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
The Offenders,
Alice Coltrane,
Fear,
a-ha,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Piero Umiliani,
A Certain Ratio,
Yellowson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Schoolly D,
Jacob Miller,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Echospace,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Blackbyrds,
F. McDonald,
The Barracudas,
David McCallum,
Joy Division,
MC5,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Residents,
Talk Talk,
Con Funk Shun,
Dark Day,
UT,
Shuggie Otis,
the Soft Cell,
Fatback Band,
Wally Richardson,
Lakeside,
Au Pairs,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fire Engines,
Robert Wyatt,
The Saints,
John Foxx,
The Names,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pulsallama,
T.S.O.L.,
AZ,
Audionom,
JFA,
Hashim,
Man Parrish,
the Bar-Kays,
Soft Machine,
Derrick May,
Eve St. Jones,
The Music Machine,
Ossler,
The Moody Blues,
The Birthday Party,
Moss Icon,
Soulsonic Force,
Suicide,
Fad Gadget,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.