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 Kiribati and from Woodstock.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Bizarre Inc. to the dance 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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Andrew Hill,
Yusef Lateef,
Warsaw,
The Golliwogs,
OOIOO,
Lou Christie,
Warren Ellis,
Juan Atkins,
The Blackbyrds,
LL Cool J,
Thee Headcoats,
Minor Threat,
Soft Cell,
Mission of Burma,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dead Boys,
Desert Stars,
Matthew Halsall,
Donny Hathaway,
X-Ray Spex,
Cal Tjader,
Bill Near,
The Shadows of Knight,
R.M.O.,
Shuggie Otis,
Angry Samoans,
Kayak,
Arthur Verocai,
E-Dancer,
Youth Brigade,
Laurel Aitken,
The New Christs,
The Last Poets,
Y Pants,
Pantytec,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fear,
Rapeman,
Rekid,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sound Behaviour,
Duran Duran,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Zapp,
Amazonics,
Echospace,
Moss Icon,
MC5,
The Pop Group,
Godley & Creme,
The Seeds,
Brand Nubian,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Moebius,
Minny Pops,
Camberwell Now,
Los Fastidios,
Little Man,
Ossler,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.