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 Swaziland and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Terry Callier to the funk 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Vainqueur,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ornette Coleman,
Dave Gahan,
Y Pants,
Heaven 17,
Main Source,
Los Fastidios,
Stockholm Monsters,
Janne Schatter,
Duran Duran,
Au Pairs,
The Velvet Underground,
Ultravox,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sixth Finger,
The Busters,
Trumans Water,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Bar-Kays,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roy Ayers,
The Cure,
Joey Negro,
Average White Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Move,
Guru Guru,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joyce Sims,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ohio Players,
Ronan,
Tim Buckley,
The Leaves,
Tears for Fears,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bronski Beat,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Pus,
World's Most,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Stooges,
Dennis Brown,
Byron Stingily,
Siglo XX,
Severed Heads,
Rosa Yemen,
Wolf Eyes,
Robert Görl,
U.S. Maple,
Chris & Cosey,
Lee Hazlewood,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rekid,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.