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 Australia and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer 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 Erykah Badu to the grime 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
The Victims,
Letta Mbulu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
James White and The Blacks,
Ossler,
Kenny Larkin,
F. McDonald,
Tubeway Army,
Bobby Womack,
Marc Almond,
R.M.O.,
The Sound,
Amon Düül II,
Cal Tjader,
Dennis Brown,
Amon Düül,
The Zeros,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Five Americans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Monks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Visage,
Ultravox,
Glenn Branca,
The Pretty Things,
The Skatalites,
Little Man,
Lyres,
Von Mondo,
Wings,
The Wake,
Yaz,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Oneida,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wasted Youth,
Matthew Halsall,
Laurel Aitken,
Bang On A Can,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Josef K,
Au Pairs,
The Barracudas,
Arab on Radar,
Chris Corsano,
The Dead C,
Ohio Players,
10cc,
The Remains,
Scrapy,
DNA,
The Young Rascals,
Aural Exciters,
June Days,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Blake Baxter,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.