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 Seychelles and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Peter and Kerry to the grime 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Lalann,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Delta 5,
James White and The Blacks,
Dawn Penn,
cv313,
Television Personalities,
Japan,
The Fall,
Crispy Ambulance,
Intrusion,
The Music Machine,
Minnie Riperton,
The Barracudas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Freddie Wadling,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
K-Klass,
La Düsseldorf,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Organ,
Mo-Dettes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roy Ayers,
The Neon Judgement,
Sun Ra,
Black Moon,
Johnny Clarke,
The Cramps,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Electric Prunes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Oneida,
Lou Christie,
Stockholm Monsters,
Visage,
Inner City,
Audionom,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eden Ahbez,
Maleditus Sound,
Supertramp,
ABC,
Mandrill,
Nils Olav,
the Sonics,
Scott Walker,
Albert Ayler,
The J.B.'s,
Susan Cadogan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Mojo Men,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Man Eating Sloth,
Subhumans,
Hoover,
The Sound,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.