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 Serbia and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Donald Fagen 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 The American Breed to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus 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 grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Joe Smooth,
Deakin,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Funky Four + One,
The Gap Band,
Charles Mingus,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Divine Comedy,
Mr. Review,
John Cale,
Wire,
Reagan Youth,
John Lydon,
Sister Nancy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
DJ Style,
The Cure,
Peter & Gordon,
Sällskapet,
Yaz,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Monks,
LL Cool J,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Avey Tare,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rekid,
Y Pants,
U.S. Maple,
Au Pairs,
Roxy Music,
Nick Fraelich,
Michelle Simonal,
Tres Demented,
Lalann,
Graham Central Station,
Jeru the Damaja,
World's Most,
Negative Approach,
Bobby Byrd,
Maleditus Sound,
T. Rex,
Piero Umiliani,
The Zeros,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scientists,
Davy DMX,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marmalade,
Young Marble Giants,
Jeff Mills,
Stiv Bators,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scion,
Johnny Clarke,
John Holt,
Roxette,
Howard Jones,
Interpol,
Mission of Burma,
Arcadia,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.