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 Peru and from Sao Paulo.
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 Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Grass Roots to the rap 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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Danielle Patucci,
Ultravox,
FM Einheit,
Lalo Schifrin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ornette Coleman,
KRS-One,
kango's stein massive,
Bobby Byrd,
Kenny Larkin,
Groovy Waters,
Barry Ungar,
Jimmy McGriff,
Malaria!,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lucky Dragons,
Pole,
Deepchord,
The Standells,
The Seeds,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Symarip,
Can,
Iggy Pop,
Fear,
Lou Christie,
Bronski Beat,
The United States of America,
Sällskapet,
Von Mondo,
Suicide,
Lyres,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Henry Cow,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Public Image Ltd.,
Drexciya,
Urselle,
Dawn Penn,
Marmalade,
Nico,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Siglo XX,
Eddi Front,
The Modern Lovers,
Suburban Knight,
EPMD,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Grauzone,
Banda Bassotti,
AZ,
New York Dolls,
Piero Umiliani,
Pulsallama,
Shoche,
Parry Music,
Jawbox,
Arcadia,
Massinfluence,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.