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 Chile and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ 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 Mad Mike to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Panda Bear,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Sound,
The Vogues,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Barclay James Harvest,
Deadbeat,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hasil Adkins,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pole,
Public Enemy,
June Days,
Nils Olav,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Television Personalities,
The Pretty Things,
Organ,
Man Parrish,
Harpers Bizarre,
Chris Corsano,
Mo-Dettes,
The Moleskins,
The Neon Judgement,
Inner City,
Darondo,
Ultra Naté,
PIL,
Harmonia,
Magma,
Joe Smooth,
Angry Samoans,
Banda Bassotti,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Doors,
The Fire Engines,
Absolute Body Control,
Harry Pussy,
The United States of America,
The Fuzztones,
D'Angelo,
Second Layer,
Gil Scott Heron,
JFA,
Shuggie Otis,
Traffic Nightmare,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Piero Umiliani,
Prince Buster,
Thompson Twins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gastr Del Sol,
Surgeon,
Spoonie Gee,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Youth Brigade,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.