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 Taiwan and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Suburban Knight to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Nas,
Kaleidoscope,
Zapp,
The Fuzztones,
Minny Pops,
Rekid,
The Index,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Silicon Teens,
Black Pus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Supertramp,
The Motions,
Sarah Menescal,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joensuu 1685,
The Blues Magoos,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Searchers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
China Crisis,
Scan 7,
Eric B and Rakim,
Animal Collective,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eddi Front,
Eden Ahbez,
The Cowsills,
Swell Maps,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sun Ra,
The Neon Judgement,
Sparks,
The Mummies,
Excepter,
Negative Approach,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Vladislav Delay,
The Golliwogs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
PIL,
Marvin Gaye,
Josef K,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Accadde A,
Blake Baxter,
Marc Almond,
Chrome,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sound Behaviour,
Deadbeat,
The Human League,
Smog,
June Days,
Fluxion,
Roger Hodgson,
The United States of America,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.