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 Philippines and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Supertramp,
Slave,
Spoonie Gee,
Gastr Del Sol,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Das Ding,
The Litter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Barracudas,
Interpol,
Los Fastidios,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Suburban Knight,
Todd Terry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
New Order,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Television Personalities,
Lyres,
The Standells,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crooked Eye,
The Mummies,
David McCallum,
Bronski Beat,
Nico,
Tim Buckley,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eurythmics,
The Star Department,
The Young Rascals,
The Smiths,
R.M.O.,
Aaron Thompson,
Sarah Menescal,
Metal Thangz,
The Searchers,
Iggy Pop,
James White and The Blacks,
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The Cure,
Kas Product,
Hasil Adkins,
Moebius,
Sandy B,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Raincoats,
Chris & Cosey,
Robert Wyatt,
OOIOO,
Susan Cadogan,
Magma,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marc Almond,
Prince Buster,
the Sonics,
Deepchord,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
FM Einheit,
48th St. Collective,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.