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 Belize and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ 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 New York Dolls to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Amon Düül,
Toni Rubio,
Lindisfarne,
Cameo,
John Holt,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Zeros,
Tomorrow,
The Buckinghams,
Monolake,
Sun Ra,
Marine Girls,
Matthew Bourne,
Sex Pistols,
Depeche Mode,
Franke,
Blancmange,
The Dead C,
Con Funk Shun,
Symarip,
Flash Fearless,
the Normal,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Deadbeat,
The New Christs,
Angry Samoans,
Sister Nancy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Reagan Youth,
Pierre Henry,
Jandek,
Clear Light,
K-Klass,
Section 25,
Cymande,
The Offenders,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Smoke,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roxette,
The Sound,
Pantaleimon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Erasure,
The Five Americans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marshall Jefferson,
Simply Red,
Alice Coltrane,
Brick,
Mo-Dettes,
the Association,
Tres Demented,
Rod Modell,
Underground Resistance,
Sight & Sound,
Freddie Wadling,
Charles Mingus,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.