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 Tajikistan and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Index to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Curtis Mayfield,
H. Thieme,
Accadde A,
Motorama,
Kerrie Biddell,
Radio Birdman,
Reagan Youth,
Model 500,
The Divine Comedy,
The Human League,
The Gap Band,
Organ,
Inner City,
Hoover,
Siglo XX,
Marine Girls,
Wolf Eyes,
Hardrive,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fall,
Ornette Coleman,
Sarah Menescal,
Grauzone,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Moebius,
Severed Heads,
the Fania All-Stars,
MDC,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marc Almond,
Moby Grape,
Warren Ellis,
John Coltrane,
The Associates,
Quando Quango,
Sister Nancy,
Sam Rivers,
Electric Prunes,
Marmalade,
Flash Fearless,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Magma,
Public Enemy,
Avey Tare,
Panda Bear,
Kaleidoscope,
Amon Düül II,
Television Personalities,
This Heat,
The Stooges,
Brass Construction,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobby Byrd,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Spoonie Gee,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lower 48,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Martian,
Average White Band,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.