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 Dominica and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Reuben Wilson to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Deepchord,
These Immortal Souls,
Rapeman,
Rotary Connection,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gang of Four,
Rod Modell,
Faraquet,
Y Pants,
David Bowie,
Guru Guru,
Ohio Players,
Bronski Beat,
Curtis Mayfield,
a-ha,
Sparks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tubeway Army,
The Techniques,
Faust,
Model 500,
Bobby Byrd,
Malaria!,
Intrusion,
New Age Steppers,
Crime,
Roxy Music,
Joyce Sims,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Aswad,
The Tremeloes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ossler,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jesper Dahlback,
Camberwell Now,
Dead Boys,
Fear,
Thompson Twins,
La Düsseldorf,
kango's stein massive,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Susan Cadogan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Warsaw,
Q and Not U,
Desert Stars,
the Sonics,
The Young Rascals,
Davy DMX,
Sound Behaviour,
Josef K,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ronan,
L. Decosne,
Mary Jane Girls,
Second Layer,
Sandy B,
Fat Boys,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Saccharine Trust,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.