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 Haiti and from Glasgow.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator 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 The Standells to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
The Walker Brothers,
Anakelly,
Patti Smith,
Kas Product,
Whodini,
Siglo XX,
Maleditus Sound,
Von Mondo,
Soul II Soul,
Beasts of Bourbon,
These Immortal Souls,
The Gap Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Lungfish,
Groovy Waters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fela Kuti,
Flipper,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Angry Samoans,
The Pop Group,
Rod Modell,
The Sound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Blake Baxter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ponytail,
The Gladiators,
Davy DMX,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fire Engines,
Bang On A Can,
The Busters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Raincoats,
FM Einheit,
Bronski Beat,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobby Byrd,
Television,
The Standells,
Wings,
Babytalk,
Camouflage,
Amon Düül II,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Dead C,
Nirvana,
Letta Mbulu,
Cymande,
Aaron Thompson,
Thompson Twins,
Junior Murvin,
Camberwell Now,
Jerry's Kids,
The Alarm Clocks,
Al Stewart,
Gang of Four,
Pagans,
Tom Boy,
Bill Wells,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.