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 Djibouti 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bobby Womack to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Skatalites,
Charles Mingus,
The Modern Lovers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Offenders,
The Kinks,
Hardrive,
Public Image Ltd.,
Faust,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Porter Ricks,
Bob Dylan,
The Pretty Things,
DJ Sneak,
Urselle,
Junior Murvin,
Underground Resistance,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nico,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dual Sessions,
Intrusion,
K-Klass,
Aural Exciters,
Wally Richardson,
Fad Gadget,
Janne Schatter,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rod Modell,
Eric Copeland,
Toni Rubio,
R.M.O.,
Ronan,
Deepchord,
FM Einheit,
Gil Scott Heron,
H. Thieme,
Skaos,
The Red Krayola,
Sixth Finger,
Lyres,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Quadrant,
Soul Sonic Force,
Make Up,
The Doors,
Maurizio,
Stockholm Monsters,
Infiniti,
Minny Pops,
Brick,
D'Angelo,
Marc Almond,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jerry's Kids,
T.S.O.L.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.