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 Montenegro and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ 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 Judy Mowatt to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kenny Larkin,
Hashim,
Gil Scott Heron,
Index,
Slave,
Andrew Hill,
The Zeros,
Jesper Dahlback,
AZ,
Scrapy,
Whodini,
Althea and Donna,
Black Flag,
Unwound,
Public Enemy,
Hardrive,
The Offenders,
Organ,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tommy Roe,
Swans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fuzztones,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Robert Wyatt,
Dead Boys,
Mars,
Y Pants,
T.S.O.L.,
Ronnie Foster,
Half Japanese,
Babytalk,
Nik Kershaw,
MC5,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Adolescents,
The Stooges,
Jeff Lynne,
Reagan Youth,
Warren Ellis,
Ornette Coleman,
Camouflage,
DJ Style,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Brand Nubian,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Five Americans,
the Slits,
Bronski Beat,
Sixth Finger,
Deepchord,
Barbara Tucker,
kango's stein massive,
Brick,
China Crisis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Boz Scaggs,
E-Dancer,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.