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 Iceland and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Yazoo to the grime 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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
The Leaves,
Cameo,
Ronan,
Roger Hodgson,
Skriet,
Quando Quango,
The Mummies,
Whodini,
Shoche,
Lindisfarne,
Unrelated Segments,
David Bowie,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jeff Lynne,
Warsaw,
Absolute Body Control,
Rufus Thomas,
Freddie Wadling,
Brick,
Junior Murvin,
Minor Threat,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Matthew Halsall,
D'Angelo,
Gang Starr,
Tears for Fears,
The Wake,
New Age Steppers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
David McCallum,
Easy Going,
Infiniti,
The Move,
Nas,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wolf Eyes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Basic Channel,
Steve Hackett,
DJ Style,
Hashim,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Althea and Donna,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fela Kuti,
Isaac Hayes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Blake Baxter,
the Human League,
Danielle Patucci,
Symarip,
The Techniques,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eric Dolphy,
Sun City Girls,
The Buckinghams,
Dave Gahan,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.