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 Solomon Islands and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Hasil Adkins to the electroclash 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Young Marble Giants,
Morten Harket,
Isaac Hayes,
June Days,
Pulsallama,
Tim Buckley,
Joe Finger,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rotary Connection,
Bang On A Can,
Scott Walker,
Rites of Spring,
Monks,
DJ Style,
Blake Baxter,
Todd Rundgren,
Brothers Johnson,
Ornette Coleman,
Al Stewart,
Hardrive,
Electric Light Orchestra,
LL Cool J,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jacques Brel,
Eric Dolphy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crooked Eye,
Minutemen,
The Music Machine,
Depeche Mode,
Black Moon,
Todd Terry,
E-Dancer,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Barry Ungar,
Traffic Nightmare,
Matthew Halsall,
Minnie Riperton,
Jimmy McGriff,
Idris Muhammad,
Sandy B,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Alison Limerick,
Tears for Fears,
Gong,
Popol Vuh,
The Alarm Clocks,
Von Mondo,
Quando Quango,
Ultimate Spinach,
Technova,
Quadrant,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tom Boy,
Scratch Acid,
Kerri Chandler,
Animal Collective,
Zero Boys,
Ultravox,
Urselle,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Sonics,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.