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 Ecuador and from Manchester.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer 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 The Golliwogs to the funk 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Motorama,
Essential Logic,
Alton Ellis,
Warsaw,
Amon Düül II,
The Birthday Party,
New Age Steppers,
CMW,
Brass Construction,
Marmalade,
Pussy Galore,
Blossom Toes,
Maurizio,
Hardrive,
Schoolly D,
New York Dolls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Gap Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Deakin,
L. Decosne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Excepter,
Country Teasers,
The Monochrome Set,
MC5,
Black Sheep,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Association,
Jacques Brel,
The Evens,
Vainqueur,
Wally Richardson,
The Vogues,
Con Funk Shun,
June Days,
Joy Division,
Cluster,
Sam Rivers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Television Personalities,
Yusef Lateef,
Gabor Szabo,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobby Womack,
Gang Starr,
Derrick May,
Unwound,
The Beau Brummels,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Y Pants,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rosa Yemen,
Gong,
New Order,
Intrusion,
Shoche,
Bronski Beat,
Mantronix,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.