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 Lithuania and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe 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 Pet Shop Boys to the dance 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Godley & Creme,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wings,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bang On A Can,
The Fire Engines,
Second Layer,
Max Romeo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sound Behaviour,
MC5,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
JFA,
Stockholm Monsters,
OOIOO,
Minutemen,
Rakim,
Popol Vuh,
Echospace,
Deadbeat,
Brass Construction,
Malaria!,
Bob Dylan,
The Selecter,
Basic Channel,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Star Department,
The Vogues,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sugar Minott,
Ultravox,
Marvin Gaye,
T. Rex,
Freddie Wadling,
Alton Ellis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Symarip,
The Beau Brummels,
Trumans Water,
Todd Rundgren,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gang of Four,
Sight & Sound,
F. McDonald,
DJ Sneak,
Hashim,
Talk Talk,
Index,
Shuggie Otis,
The Doobie Brothers,
FM Einheit,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobby Byrd,
Rosa Yemen,
Moss Icon,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.