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 Libya and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Evens to the electroclash 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Drexciya,
the Association,
Peter & Gordon,
AZ,
Faraquet,
Marc Almond,
the Slits,
Wings,
Arthur Verocai,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Monochrome Set,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rakim,
Roger Hodgson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Aural Exciters,
Roxette,
Scientists,
New Age Steppers,
Crash Course in Science,
Ten City,
Japan,
The Moleskins,
Kerri Chandler,
PIL,
Dorothy Ashby,
The United States of America,
Arcadia,
Graham Central Station,
Yellowson,
Spandau Ballet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Durutti Column,
Echospace,
This Heat,
ABBA,
Connie Case,
Pet Shop Boys,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Sheep,
Scan 7,
The Grass Roots,
The Slits,
Tears for Fears,
La Düsseldorf,
Scion,
Theoretical Girls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lee Hazlewood,
Heaven 17,
Livin' Joy,
EPMD,
Popol Vuh,
Groovy Waters,
Dawn Penn,
Nik Kershaw,
Mad Mike,
Eli Mardock,
Lakeside,
The Offenders,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.