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 Austria and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Grandmaster Flash,
Charles Mingus,
Oblivians,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Qualms,
Ultravox,
The American Breed,
Ornette Coleman,
The Residents,
The Mojo Men,
Severed Heads,
Gichy Dan,
Fad Gadget,
John Coltrane,
Warsaw,
Boz Scaggs,
Pylon,
Los Fastidios,
The Smiths,
Pole,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Robert Wyatt,
Organ,
Roxy Music,
Technova,
Minutemen,
The Buckinghams,
LL Cool J,
Reagan Youth,
D'Angelo,
Scientists,
AZ,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bobby Womack,
Kayak,
Parry Music,
48th St. Collective,
New Order,
Clear Light,
Jesper Dahlback,
June Days,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eve St. Jones,
Todd Terry,
EPMD,
Chrome,
Stereo Dub,
The Blackbyrds,
Jacob Miller,
Groovy Waters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joe Finger,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lightning Bolt,
Y Pants,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Wake,
Barry Ungar,
Morten Harket,
Ituana,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.