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 Spain and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Derrick May,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tres Demented,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Birthday Party,
Traffic Nightmare,
Alison Limerick,
Rekid,
The Trojans,
Japan,
Liliput,
Sex Pistols,
Joyce Sims,
Public Enemy,
Section 25,
The Pretty Things,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Moby Grape,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Mojo Men,
The Sonics,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Selecter,
Negative Approach,
Avey Tare,
10cc,
cv313,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Cowsills,
Index,
Saccharine Trust,
Fat Boys,
Todd Rundgren,
The Star Department,
L. Decosne,
Roy Ayers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Barry Ungar,
Don Cherry,
Bad Manners,
Scientists,
Davy DMX,
B.T. Express,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Colin Newman,
The Mummies,
Mad Mike,
Fear,
The Doors,
Nas,
The Sound,
Barclay James Harvest,
Audionom,
Sun City Girls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.