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 Rwanda and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Outsiders to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Stiv Bators,
The Count Five,
Alice Coltrane,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Urselle,
Dark Day,
kango's stein massive,
Liliput,
Marine Girls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nas,
Lyres,
Al Stewart,
Bootsy Collins,
Curtis Mayfield,
Arcadia,
Panda Bear,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobby Sherman,
Technova,
Lindisfarne,
Symarip,
Thompson Twins,
Ten City,
The Motions,
The Beau Brummels,
Amon Düül,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bad Manners,
Eric Copeland,
Sandy B,
The Divine Comedy,
Shoche,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hasil Adkins,
Sugar Minott,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Albert Ayler,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Flipper,
The Music Machine,
Scott Walker,
Groovy Waters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jacques Brel,
Barry Ungar,
Cybotron,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Metal Thangz,
Ralphi Rosario,
Camberwell Now,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scrapy,
Boredoms,
Livin' Joy,
E-Dancer,
Man Parrish,
Pantytec,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dead Boys,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.