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 Paraguay 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Kayak to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now 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?
Guru Guru,
Eyeless In Gaza,
One Last Wish,
the Sonics,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eli Mardock,
Sällskapet,
Suburban Knight,
Zapp,
Surgeon,
Bill Near,
Tres Demented,
FM Einheit,
Cymande,
Reuben Wilson,
B.T. Express,
Scratch Acid,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Country Teasers,
Don Cherry,
This Heat,
Amon Düül II,
Michelle Simonal,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Maleditus Sound,
Adolescents,
The Moleskins,
Marc Almond,
The Five Americans,
Malaria!,
The Monks,
Lou Christie,
Goldenarms,
The Star Department,
The Offenders,
Radiohead,
Leonard Cohen,
Youth Brigade,
World's Most,
The Sound,
Trumans Water,
PIL,
Massinfluence,
Darondo,
Rites of Spring,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scrapy,
Lucky Dragons,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Martian,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Count Five,
Theoretical Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Blackbyrds,
The Skatalites,
Hot Snakes,
Section 25,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Oblivians,
Judy Mowatt,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.