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 Oman and from Jakarta.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes 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 JFA to the jazz 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ken Boothe,
Erykah Badu,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soft Cell,
The Move,
Interpol,
The Evens,
The Cowsills,
Angry Samoans,
New Order,
Easy Going,
Fat Boys,
The Searchers,
Slick Rick,
X-101,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Neon Judgement,
LL Cool J,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marmalade,
Bronski Beat,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Gap Band,
Freddie Wadling,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Harry Pussy,
Niagra,
Derrick May,
The Gladiators,
Zapp,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Livin' Joy,
Fugazi,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marvin Gaye,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Radiopuhelimet,
Deadbeat,
DNA,
Alphaville,
Absolute Body Control,
Agitation Free,
Scion,
Rakim,
The Mojo Men,
8 Eyed Spy,
FM Einheit,
Lindisfarne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rekid,
The Real Kids,
Rosa Yemen,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Max Romeo,
Mo-Dettes,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.