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 Ghana and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Girls At Our Best! to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sun Ra,
Trumans Water,
Brick,
Albert Ayler,
Deadbeat,
Pet Shop Boys,
Swans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marvin Gaye,
Stiv Bators,
Freddie Wadling,
Thompson Twins,
Nas,
Sällskapet,
Sex Pistols,
The Misunderstood,
David Axelrod,
Bronski Beat,
Funkadelic,
The Smiths,
Leonard Cohen,
Scrapy,
Bluetip,
Aural Exciters,
Schoolly D,
Andrew Hill,
Barry Ungar,
Marshall Jefferson,
Boredoms,
Flipper,
JFA,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Little Man,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Real Kids,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Barracudas,
Yaz,
The Blackbyrds,
Pulsallama,
Vainqueur,
The Cramps,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nils Olav,
Au Pairs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pierre Henry,
The Five Americans,
Das Ding,
the Bar-Kays,
Neil Young,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Happenings,
Metal Thangz,
Peter and Kerry,
John Coltrane,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.