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 Kyrgyzstan and from Jakarta.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba 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 Fear to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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 Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tubeway Army,
Nils Olav,
Angry Samoans,
Depeche Mode,
LL Cool J,
Freddie Wadling,
AZ,
Little Man,
Bill Wells,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Gladiators,
The Dead C,
Agent Orange,
Fatback Band,
Sandy B,
Jacques Brel,
X-101,
The Buckinghams,
Babytalk,
Lyres,
Shoche,
MDC,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ponytail,
Trumans Water,
Electric Prunes,
Niagra,
Kerri Chandler,
10cc,
The Star Department,
Curtis Mayfield,
Basic Channel,
Interpol,
Blossom Toes,
Neil Young,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Sheep,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Angels of Light,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Patti Smith,
The Monochrome Set,
Nico,
The Moleskins,
Soft Cell,
The Cure,
The Walker Brothers,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Michelle Simonal,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Popol Vuh,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dennis Brown,
The Smoke,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.