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 Andorra and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
DJ Sneak,
Tears for Fears,
Jeff Lynne,
Dual Sessions,
Monolake,
These Immortal Souls,
Scientists,
Cecil Taylor,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fugs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Saints,
Massinfluence,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Severed Heads,
Nation of Ulysses,
New York Dolls,
ABC,
Ornette Coleman,
The Gories,
Radiohead,
Glenn Branca,
Joey Negro,
Altered Images,
Alphaville,
Derrick May,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rites of Spring,
The Blackbyrds,
Sällskapet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Holt,
Magma,
Jeff Mills,
Brothers Johnson,
Camouflage,
Shuggie Otis,
Dorothy Ashby,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Soft Cell,
Todd Terry,
Gong,
Oneida,
Matthew Bourne,
Flipper,
Ossler,
Man Parrish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Thee Headcoats,
Gang of Four,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Suicide,
LL Cool J,
Iggy Pop,
Fluxion,
Godley & Creme,
Mad Mike,
Mission of Burma,
Adolescents,
Kerri Chandler,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.