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 Seychelles 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro 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 the Soft Cell to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Infiniti,
Eric B and Rakim,
Blake Baxter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Model 500,
The Tremeloes,
Quadrant,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Alison Limerick,
cv313,
The Velvet Underground,
Agent Orange,
Scott Walker,
Neu!,
Organ,
The Raincoats,
DJ Style,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Searchers,
Rosa Yemen,
The Mojo Men,
The Misunderstood,
Franke,
Loose Ends,
DJ Sneak,
Supertramp,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Buckinghams,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roxy Music,
Visage,
Depeche Mode,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Busters,
Donny Hathaway,
Ponytail,
Alton Ellis,
EPMD,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eli Mardock,
The Residents,
The Golliwogs,
David McCallum,
Kenny Larkin,
The Blues Magoos,
Roy Ayers,
Wire,
Television,
The Offenders,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rufus Thomas,
The Doobie Brothers,
New Age Steppers,
The Knickerbockers,
Boredoms,
Scion,
Fluxion,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.