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 Barbados and from Lagos.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe 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 FM Einheit to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Radio Birdman,
Todd Rundgren,
Rotary Connection,
The Vogues,
Moebius,
Subhumans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pylon,
The Smiths,
Max Romeo,
June of 44,
Nation of Ulysses,
a-ha,
The Invisible,
Underground Resistance,
Basic Channel,
Eddi Front,
Bobby Sherman,
Brass Construction,
Guru Guru,
A Certain Ratio,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Surgeon,
Lightning Bolt,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nico,
Hardrive,
Danielle Patucci,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Man Parrish,
Tropical Tobacco,
Brand Nubian,
The Leaves,
Television Personalities,
H. Thieme,
The Gun Club,
Bluetip,
Bush Tetras,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mission of Burma,
Albert Ayler,
Eric Dolphy,
The Mummies,
Susan Cadogan,
Don Cherry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Chris & Cosey,
Joy Division,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Swell Maps,
Negative Approach,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Loose Ends,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.