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 Cyprus and from Seoul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar 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 Throbbing Gristle to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
The Invisible,
Simply Red,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Easy Going,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scott Walker,
Vainqueur,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Happenings,
The Barracudas,
The Index,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kayak,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Glenn Branca,
Marmalade,
The Residents,
Joe Finger,
New Order,
Archie Shepp,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jacques Brel,
The Moody Blues,
Maurizio,
The Litter,
The Doors,
Radio Birdman,
Boz Scaggs,
Kas Product,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Al Stewart,
Eden Ahbez,
Fear,
The Black Dice,
Morten Harket,
Soul II Soul,
Lalann,
Fatback Band,
In Retrospect,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lucky Dragons,
Main Source,
Janne Schatter,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fat Boys,
EPMD,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Maleditus Sound,
The Saints,
Thompson Twins,
Dennis Brown,
Audionom,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hardrive,
Robert Görl,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Guru Guru,
Intrusion,
Negative Approach,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.