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 Uzbekistan and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron 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 Matthew Bourne to the punk 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Kaleidoscope,
Archie Shepp,
Wally Richardson,
The Names,
The Pop Group,
The Cure,
a-ha,
Funky Four + One,
The Saints,
Harpers Bizarre,
World's Most,
Rosa Yemen,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Babytalk,
Bob Dylan,
Mandrill,
Kas Product,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pussy Galore,
The Residents,
Crispy Ambulance,
Suburban Knight,
The Toasters,
The Blues Magoos,
Marcia Griffiths,
Colin Newman,
Qualms,
Eve St. Jones,
Wolf Eyes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dave Gahan,
The Count Five,
Terry Callier,
Dawn Penn,
Hardrive,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lungfish,
Roxy Music,
Index,
Fugazi,
Traffic Nightmare,
Y Pants,
The Slackers,
The Searchers,
T.S.O.L.,
Shuggie Otis,
The United States of America,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Young Rascals,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
D'Angelo,
Prince Buster,
Main Source,
Ronnie Foster,
Slave,
Don Cherry,
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.