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 Hungary and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Grandmaster Flash to the grime 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Henry Cow,
David Bowie,
Todd Rundgren,
Television Personalities,
Pierre Henry,
X-102,
The Trojans,
Symarip,
Scratch Acid,
R.M.O.,
AZ,
Animal Collective,
Bad Manners,
Rites of Spring,
Lakeside,
Eddi Front,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rapeman,
The Electric Prunes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Anthony Braxton,
Angry Samoans,
Infiniti,
Jerry's Kids,
Sarah Menescal,
Kurtis Blow,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
DJ Style,
Urselle,
Public Enemy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joensuu 1685,
Newcleus,
Amazonics,
Derrick May,
Tommy Roe,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Cure,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
K-Klass,
Franke,
Siglo XX,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Prince Buster,
Niagra,
Young Marble Giants,
Schoolly D,
Index,
The Standells,
Chris Corsano,
Lalo Schifrin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Sheep,
Drive Like Jehu,
Grauzone,
The Neon Judgement,
LL Cool J,
Pole,
Mandrill,
Ultra Naté,
Circle Jerks,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.