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 Brazil and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Make Up to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nico,
The Martian,
10cc,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dawn Penn,
Soul Sonic Force,
Todd Rundgren,
Lalann,
Tom Boy,
Minnie Riperton,
Howard Jones,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kayak,
Lou Christie,
Organ,
Cheater Slicks,
The Star Department,
Malaria!,
This Heat,
The Tremeloes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Urselle,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marine Girls,
Yellowson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Golliwogs,
The Angels of Light,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Heaven 17,
Grauzone,
the Swans,
Fad Gadget,
Half Japanese,
Joyce Sims,
Index,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bluetip,
Mars,
Fatback Band,
Eric Copeland,
The Red Krayola,
Buzzcocks,
Roxy Music,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Judy Mowatt,
Lou Reed,
Magma,
Maurizio,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fugs,
Electric Prunes,
The Pretty Things,
John Holt,
Kerri Chandler,
EPMD,
Flipper,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.