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 Spain and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Grey Daturas to the electroclash 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Quantec,
In Retrospect,
Stereo Dub,
Electric Prunes,
The Buckinghams,
June of 44,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eurythmics,
Junior Murvin,
Half Japanese,
Matthew Halsall,
Animal Collective,
Ultravox,
The Count Five,
The Fortunes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bush Tetras,
Young Marble Giants,
the Human League,
Ohio Players,
The Blues Magoos,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Erykah Badu,
Brass Construction,
The Five Americans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pussy Galore,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Moleskins,
Talk Talk,
Pantaleimon,
One Last Wish,
Andrew Hill,
Mr. Review,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crash Course in Science,
MC5,
Lalann,
Angry Samoans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Stiv Bators,
Dead Boys,
Mantronix,
Make Up,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Flash Fearless,
Sexual Harrassment,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fuzztones,
Alton Ellis,
Skarface,
PIL,
Inner City,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nirvana,
Cheater Slicks,
Massinfluence,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.