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 Ethiopia and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator 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 John Foxx to the punk 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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Terry Callier,
Mad Mike,
Iggy Pop,
Joe Smooth,
Maurizio,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Charles Mingus,
cv313,
Index,
Metal Thangz,
Supertramp,
The Standells,
Tres Demented,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tom Boy,
Altered Images,
Jawbox,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marmalade,
Lalann,
Das Ding,
The Dead C,
Crime,
Wally Richardson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Coltrane,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ten City,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cal Tjader,
Marc Almond,
Deakin,
The Sonics,
Half Japanese,
A Certain Ratio,
Funkadelic,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Harpers Bizarre,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Association,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Archie Shepp,
Jeff Mills,
Nik Kershaw,
Funky Four + One,
Visage,
Tears for Fears,
The Divine Comedy,
June Days,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dennis Brown,
Bang On A Can,
The Gories,
a-ha,
Scion,
The Dave Clark Five,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.