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 Tajikistan and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the electroclash 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Q and Not U,
Zero Boys,
The Mojo Men,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Sheep,
Lower 48,
Ornette Coleman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Babytalk,
the Bar-Kays,
F. McDonald,
Accadde A,
Joey Negro,
Dawn Penn,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
PIL,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cameo,
Goldenarms,
Index,
Eric Copeland,
Dorothy Ashby,
Todd Terry,
The Invisible,
Parry Music,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Pretty Things,
Joy Division,
Morten Harket,
The Barracudas,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Cramps,
The Cure,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Patti Smith,
Eddi Front,
The Blues Magoos,
The Selecter,
Mr. Review,
Inner City,
The Walker Brothers,
Soft Machine,
Matthew Bourne,
Dark Day,
Agent Orange,
Marc Almond,
Dennis Brown,
Fear,
EPMD,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Deepchord,
Graham Central Station,
Skaos,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Toasters,
Livin' Joy,
Duran Duran,
Camberwell Now,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.