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 Guinea and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Flesh Eaters to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Donald Byrd,
Terry Callier,
Sex Pistols,
Mo-Dettes,
Radio Birdman,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wally Richardson,
Archie Shepp,
the Swans,
Spoonie Gee,
Q and Not U,
These Immortal Souls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Television,
Ohio Players,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Modern Lovers,
Gichy Dan,
Gang Starr,
The Fugs,
Parry Music,
Sister Nancy,
Ralphi Rosario,
B.T. Express,
Crooked Eye,
L. Decosne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marvin Gaye,
Letta Mbulu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Moleskins,
Hot Snakes,
Main Source,
Black Pus,
Altered Images,
Quadrant,
The Alarm Clocks,
One Last Wish,
Jacob Miller,
Vainqueur,
Scrapy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gregory Isaacs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sugar Minott,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Association,
Delta 5,
Groovy Waters,
Make Up,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Negative Approach,
The Toasters,
Pussy Galore,
Mars,
Barbara Tucker,
Isaac Hayes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.