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 Mozambique and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ultimate Spinach to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
The Moody Blues,
Gang Green,
Nick Fraelich,
T. Rex,
The Stooges,
Organ,
Agitation Free,
Bang On A Can,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
X-101,
Khruangbin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sixth Finger,
Joy Division,
The Misunderstood,
Absolute Body Control,
Television,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Lydon,
The Durutti Column,
The Martian,
New Order,
the Human League,
Black Moon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gang Starr,
Altered Images,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Depeche Mode,
Fatback Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hasil Adkins,
The Mummies,
Matthew Halsall,
a-ha,
Girls At Our Best!,
June Days,
Frankie Knuckles,
Parry Music,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Red Krayola,
Cecil Taylor,
Arab on Radar,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Deakin,
Zero Boys,
Sarah Menescal,
Excepter,
R.M.O.,
Loose Ends,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Index,
Joe Smooth,
Radiohead,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.