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 Suriname and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Donald Fagen 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 Drive Like Jehu 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Ornette Coleman,
The Cure,
Dead Boys,
Grey Daturas,
Pantaleimon,
David Axelrod,
Alison Limerick,
Sonny Sharrock,
Heaven 17,
The Tremeloes,
H. Thieme,
Von Mondo,
Nils Olav,
Mr. Review,
Crooked Eye,
The Blues Magoos,
Electric Prunes,
The Skatalites,
Rekid,
Schoolly D,
the Association,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tommy Roe,
Erasure,
Donny Hathaway,
Dennis Brown,
Surgeon,
Blancmange,
Alton Ellis,
Cameo,
The Searchers,
Danielle Patucci,
Jeru the Damaja,
Skarface,
Marc Almond,
Wasted Youth,
Thompson Twins,
Barbara Tucker,
Pantytec,
Chris & Cosey,
Eddi Front,
June of 44,
Magma,
Warren Ellis,
Mission of Burma,
One Last Wish,
Masters at Work,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Thee Headcoats,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Y Pants,
the Swans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wally Richardson,
Nirvana,
Gil Scott Heron,
Minnie Riperton,
The Dead C,
Black Flag,
Letta Mbulu,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.