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 Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Icehouse to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Shuggie Otis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Erasure,
Moebius,
Blake Baxter,
The Cure,
Henry Cow,
Negative Approach,
The Moody Blues,
UT,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sparks,
Bauhaus,
KRS-One,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wings,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
FM Einheit,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Busters,
Urselle,
Royal Trux,
Clear Light,
Barbara Tucker,
Chrome,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Adolescents,
Tres Demented,
Slick Rick,
Crooked Eye,
The Selecter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eric Copeland,
The Happenings,
Fat Boys,
Godley & Creme,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scrapy,
Altered Images,
Nick Fraelich,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Model 500,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Slackers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Graham Central Station,
The Dirtbombs,
EPMD,
Grauzone,
Lee Hazlewood,
Half Japanese,
Simply Red,
The Gap Band,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.