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 Mauritius and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes 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 Radiohead to the techno 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
F. McDonald,
Fear,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Swell Maps,
Barrington Levy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Residents,
Toni Rubio,
Fat Boys,
Sixth Finger,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Charles Mingus,
Patti Smith,
The Vogues,
The Beau Brummels,
Jandek,
Wire,
Althea and Donna,
Wings,
Japan,
The J.B.'s,
Janne Schatter,
KRS-One,
Radiohead,
Lucky Dragons,
Public Enemy,
James White and The Blacks,
D'Angelo,
the Swans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cameo,
Bush Tetras,
Television Personalities,
Dual Sessions,
Anakelly,
Spandau Ballet,
Simply Red,
Warsaw,
Au Pairs,
Crash Course in Science,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eli Mardock,
The Victims,
Delon & Dalcan,
Todd Rundgren,
Nils Olav,
Kaleidoscope,
10cc,
Marmalade,
Derrick May,
Camouflage,
Joyce Sims,
Parry Music,
Motorama,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Count Five,
Kerri Chandler,
Circle Jerks,
The Fortunes,
The Human League,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.