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 Kazakhstan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ 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 Surgeon to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
The Wake,
Lakeside,
Kayak,
Nico,
The Pop Group,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ossler,
Newcleus,
a-ha,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
EPMD,
Negative Approach,
The Moody Blues,
Marc Almond,
Junior Murvin,
Minnie Riperton,
Yaz,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Gap Band,
The Cramps,
Alison Limerick,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eli Mardock,
David Bowie,
Grauzone,
Johnny Osbourne,
DJ Sneak,
David McCallum,
Rites of Spring,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Agent Orange,
China Crisis,
Sight & Sound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pulsallama,
Average White Band,
Silicon Teens,
Minutemen,
Popol Vuh,
Shuggie Otis,
Technova,
Don Cherry,
Josef K,
Lebanon Hanover,
Chris Corsano,
Flipper,
The Evens,
Kerrie Biddell,
X-101,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Warren Ellis,
Echospace,
Country Teasers,
Electric Prunes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.