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 Nigeria and from Salvador.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Livin' Joy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
David Bowie,
Crash Course in Science,
Dawn Penn,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Silicon Teens,
Ponytail,
The Monochrome Set,
Minny Pops,
Young Marble Giants,
Cluster,
Camberwell Now,
La Düsseldorf,
Curtis Mayfield,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nation of Ulysses,
Q and Not U,
Clear Light,
Y Pants,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ludus,
Khruangbin,
Anthony Braxton,
Reagan Youth,
The Raincoats,
Bronski Beat,
Second Layer,
Quantec,
Susan Cadogan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
David Axelrod,
The Moleskins,
Lou Reed,
Sparks,
Cheater Slicks,
Funky Four + One,
Depeche Mode,
Essential Logic,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eli Mardock,
the Sonics,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Alison Limerick,
Hoover,
James White and The Blacks,
Crime,
Rotary Connection,
Lakeside,
KRS-One,
Slave,
Radiopuhelimet,
Todd Rundgren,
Soft Machine,
The Mojo Men,
Funkadelic,
OOIOO,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Parry Music,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.