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 Kuwait 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Lou Reed 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 D'Angelo to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus 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?
The Dave Clark Five,
Eddi Front,
Amon Düül,
Q and Not U,
Steve Hackett,
the Human League,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Liliput,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Association,
Essential Logic,
Aswad,
Radiohead,
Nick Fraelich,
The Moleskins,
Guru Guru,
Alice Coltrane,
The Trojans,
Outsiders,
Amazonics,
Skaos,
cv313,
Soul II Soul,
Dennis Brown,
The Shadows of Knight,
Royal Trux,
KRS-One,
Trumans Water,
Blancmange,
Cluster,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Shuggie Otis,
Siglo XX,
Ken Boothe,
Sonic Youth,
Model 500,
DJ Sneak,
Fear,
Ornette Coleman,
Metal Thangz,
Lucky Dragons,
Severed Heads,
Swell Maps,
Mission of Burma,
Goldenarms,
Boz Scaggs,
Chrome,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Q65,
The Pop Group,
Blossom Toes,
The Angels of Light,
Todd Rundgren,
Chris Corsano,
Tomorrow,
The Smiths,
Howard Jones,
DJ Style,
The Misunderstood,
Mandrill,
Tres Demented,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.