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 New Zealand and from Spokane.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin 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 Ice-T to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Panda Bear,
Rotary Connection,
Roxy Music,
The Divine Comedy,
Pylon,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Moon,
Lightning Bolt,
Amon Düül II,
Joyce Sims,
Lakeside,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bluetip,
Morten Harket,
Public Enemy,
Nik Kershaw,
Stereo Dub,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Von Mondo,
Metal Thangz,
Underground Resistance,
Kas Product,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gang of Four,
Susan Cadogan,
Oneida,
Fat Boys,
Agitation Free,
Heaven 17,
Stiv Bators,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joe Smooth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Yusef Lateef,
Chris Corsano,
The Walker Brothers,
Cheater Slicks,
Althea and Donna,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gabor Szabo,
The United States of America,
DNA,
David Axelrod,
Thompson Twins,
Excepter,
Alphaville,
PIL,
Funky Four + One,
Mr. Review,
The Raincoats,
X-Ray Spex,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Freddie Wadling,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Blues Magoos,
Bronski Beat,
Tomorrow,
Soulsonic Force,
Max Romeo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.