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 Maldives and from Shanghai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord 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 Minnie Riperton to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Jeff Lynne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Graham Central Station,
The Stooges,
Underground Resistance,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Count Five,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Deadbeat,
Sight & Sound,
Cal Tjader,
Guru Guru,
Bizarre Inc.,
AZ,
Bang On A Can,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Names,
Robert Görl,
Bronski Beat,
Gil Scott Heron,
Interpol,
The Pop Group,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wings,
The Human League,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Holt,
Quadrant,
Lower 48,
James White and The Blacks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joy Division,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Warren Ellis,
Michelle Simonal,
Prince Buster,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gang Starr,
Deakin,
Joe Smooth,
The Modern Lovers,
The Motions,
Steve Hackett,
Section 25,
New York Dolls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
EPMD,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Pus,
Aural Exciters,
The Star Department,
The Techniques,
JFA,
Clear Light,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marmalade,
Lakeside,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.