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 Cuba and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Easy Going to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scrapy,
Yusef Lateef,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Television Personalities,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kerri Chandler,
Faraquet,
China Crisis,
Rufus Thomas,
Sparks,
Dead Boys,
Aural Exciters,
Porter Ricks,
Accadde A,
the Fania All-Stars,
New York Dolls,
Todd Terry,
Fluxion,
Boogie Down Productions,
Thompson Twins,
Grandmaster Flash,
Funky Four + One,
Metal Thangz,
Ice-T,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jandek,
Goldenarms,
Aaron Thompson,
Cluster,
OOIOO,
Glenn Branca,
Toni Rubio,
Eric Dolphy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rotary Connection,
Robert Hood,
the Human League,
Tropical Tobacco,
Simply Red,
Main Source,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bill Near,
Suicide,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rosa Yemen,
Deakin,
Henry Cow,
Fugazi,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Flag,
Stetsasonic,
Circle Jerks,
a-ha,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Josef K,
Patti Smith,
The Move,
Mission of Burma,
The Flesh Eaters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Flash Fearless,
Stiv Bators,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.