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 Tonga and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron 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 Marshall Jefferson to the rap 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Buzzcocks,
Joey Negro,
Andrew Hill,
Depeche Mode,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Holt,
The Busters,
the Germs,
Freddie Wadling,
The Skatalites,
Mars,
Liliput,
Essential Logic,
The Dead C,
Joe Smooth,
Pylon,
Fad Gadget,
Jandek,
Sparks,
Sixth Finger,
Kerrie Biddell,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fire Engines,
Roxy Music,
Hasil Adkins,
The Pop Group,
Rod Modell,
Intrusion,
The Birthday Party,
In Retrospect,
48th St. Collective,
Aloha Tigers,
Eric Dolphy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Durutti Column,
Sällskapet,
Ten City,
Judy Mowatt,
Avey Tare,
Basic Channel,
KRS-One,
Swell Maps,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Monochrome Set,
The Young Rascals,
Lou Reed,
the Association,
Interpol,
The Kinks,
Slave,
Soul II Soul,
China Crisis,
Qualms,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
World's Most,
Subhumans,
Goldenarms,
Television Personalities,
Fatback Band,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.