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 Albania and from Manchester.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Michael McDonald 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Don Cherry,
Moebius,
Unwound,
Spandau Ballet,
Flash Fearless,
The Fuzztones,
Circle Jerks,
Pussy Galore,
The Gladiators,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Brass Construction,
The Fire Engines,
Lungfish,
The Barracudas,
Gang Green,
Arthur Verocai,
Scratch Acid,
the Human League,
David McCallum,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ohio Players,
Blossom Toes,
Max Romeo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lou Reed,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Josef K,
Thee Headcoats,
Groovy Waters,
The Names,
The Cramps,
K-Klass,
Bill Wells,
Aloha Tigers,
Stereo Dub,
Quando Quango,
The Techniques,
Pierre Henry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Slave,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Average White Band,
Franke,
World's Most,
The Blues Magoos,
Jerry's Kids,
Tim Buckley,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joensuu 1685,
D'Angelo,
FM Einheit,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tommy Roe,
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Sheep,
Gichy Dan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Warren Ellis,
Gabor Szabo,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.