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 Venezuela and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the grime 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Faust,
Gang Green,
Jeff Lynne,
Slick Rick,
The Gap Band,
Pere Ubu,
Lou Christie,
Masters at Work,
John Holt,
Can,
The Standells,
Grey Daturas,
The Smoke,
The Victims,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soulsonic Force,
Von Mondo,
Buzzcocks,
Pussy Galore,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Henry Cow,
Al Stewart,
Qualms,
Neil Young,
Crooked Eye,
Au Pairs,
Leonard Cohen,
Ornette Coleman,
Yaz,
The Fall,
Interpol,
Byron Stingily,
the Association,
ABC,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lightning Bolt,
The Gun Club,
Chrome,
Maurizio,
David McCallum,
The Remains,
Guru Guru,
Minutemen,
The Dave Clark Five,
cv313,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gang of Four,
Con Funk Shun,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Black Dice,
kango's stein massive,
Procol Harum,
The Trojans,
Electric Prunes,
Rod Modell,
DJ Sneak,
Jacob Miller,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.