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 Cyprus and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin 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 David Axelrod to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Mark Hollis,
the Sonics,
Faraquet,
Youth Brigade,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Names,
New York Dolls,
Sun City Girls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jesper Dahlback,
Monks,
Jawbox,
Rosa Yemen,
Rapeman,
Electric Prunes,
DNA,
Cal Tjader,
Kas Product,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Suicide,
T.S.O.L.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Red Krayola,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soft Cell,
Khruangbin,
Moby Grape,
The Pretty Things,
The Gap Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Q65,
Gang of Four,
The Cowsills,
Albert Ayler,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Negative Approach,
Ronnie Foster,
Schoolly D,
Intrusion,
Quantec,
Dawn Penn,
Roger Hodgson,
Harmonia,
Barrington Levy,
Gabor Szabo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Swell Maps,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Slick Rick,
The Selecter,
Henry Cow,
These Immortal Souls,
Bob Dylan,
The Divine Comedy,
Y Pants,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tres Demented,
Cameo,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.