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 Belarus and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Motorama to the funk 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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Excepter,
Thee Headcoats,
Jerry's Kids,
Tears for Fears,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Leonard Cohen,
Harry Pussy,
The Cowsills,
Rhythm & Sound,
Swell Maps,
Kenny Larkin,
Faraquet,
Lightning Bolt,
Minnie Riperton,
Panda Bear,
E-Dancer,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joensuu 1685,
Duran Duran,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Todd Terry,
the Association,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Buzzcocks,
New Order,
Gerry Rafferty,
LL Cool J,
Gichy Dan,
Mission of Burma,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cybotron,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
X-102,
Bluetip,
Warren Ellis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Popol Vuh,
Joyce Sims,
Tres Demented,
Michelle Simonal,
FM Einheit,
Adolescents,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Names,
OOIOO,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Sheep,
Young Marble Giants,
Section 25,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Offenders,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Agitation Free,
Ice-T,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eddi Front,
Public Enemy,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.