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 Algeria and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Jesus and Mary Chain to the grime 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Agitation Free,
Warsaw,
The Fortunes,
Japan,
Pantytec,
Stereo Dub,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Chris Corsano,
Slick Rick,
Con Funk Shun,
Newcleus,
Cybotron,
Andrew Hill,
Eve St. Jones,
Mr. Review,
Ornette Coleman,
Tom Boy,
Pierre Henry,
Joe Finger,
Icehouse,
R.M.O.,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rosa Yemen,
Marmalade,
The Durutti Column,
Hashim,
Bob Dylan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Piero Umiliani,
OOIOO,
Bronski Beat,
Godley & Creme,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Tremeloes,
the Association,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bauhaus,
Black Pus,
L. Decosne,
The Five Americans,
Lyres,
The Associates,
Symarip,
Boredoms,
Sam Rivers,
Crooked Eye,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Byron Stingily,
Cheater Slicks,
Pole,
The Last Poets,
Laurel Aitken,
The Blues Magoos,
Erykah Badu,
The Cramps,
Rites of Spring,
PIL,
Fear,
Can,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kerrie Biddell,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.