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 Guyana and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sällskapet to the rock 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Subhumans,
Liliput,
Cybotron,
Joy Division,
Alice Coltrane,
Mad Mike,
Frankie Knuckles,
Patti Smith,
Camouflage,
Throbbing Gristle,
kango's stein massive,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jawbox,
Bobby Byrd,
Piero Umiliani,
Lungfish,
The Fire Engines,
Ten City,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Theoretical Girls,
48th St. Collective,
Grauzone,
Bush Tetras,
8 Eyed Spy,
Franke,
Tom Boy,
The Victims,
World's Most,
Reagan Youth,
Tim Buckley,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dave Gahan,
Janne Schatter,
The Star Department,
Black Flag,
Harry Pussy,
a-ha,
Steve Hackett,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
E-Dancer,
Anthony Braxton,
Blancmange,
Sällskapet,
The Dirtbombs,
The United States of America,
David Bowie,
Lightning Bolt,
Isaac Hayes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Blossom Toes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Electric Prunes,
Make Up,
Danielle Patucci,
Depeche Mode,
Bootsy Collins,
PIL,
Dual Sessions,
The Cowsills,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.