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 Niger and from Philadelphia.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Man Parrish to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Quando Quango,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Smiths,
Mo-Dettes,
The United States of America,
The Grass Roots,
Nick Fraelich,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lungfish,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eric Dolphy,
Cheater Slicks,
Prince Buster,
Davy DMX,
Soft Cell,
Magma,
Black Moon,
Reagan Youth,
Moss Icon,
The Modern Lovers,
Suburban Knight,
Andrew Hill,
Lightning Bolt,
Television,
Scrapy,
The Motions,
Jeff Lynne,
The Victims,
Minnie Riperton,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rufus Thomas,
Cameo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Swell Maps,
Sugar Minott,
Yellowson,
Easy Going,
Moby Grape,
The Knickerbockers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sun Ra,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Offenders,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
New Order,
Darondo,
The Birthday Party,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mantronix,
Public Image Ltd.,
Faust,
John Foxx,
Flipper,
Dawn Penn,
Ultra Naté,
Danielle Patucci,
Symarip,
Donny Hathaway,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.