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 Slovenia and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer 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 David Axelrod to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Slackers,
Lightning Bolt,
a-ha,
Khruangbin,
LL Cool J,
Motorama,
Lou Reed,
Ronan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Birthday Party,
UT,
The Five Americans,
Patti Smith,
Visage,
Los Fastidios,
Swans,
Judy Mowatt,
Johnny Clarke,
The Durutti Column,
Grey Daturas,
David Bowie,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bauhaus,
The Last Poets,
Sonic Youth,
Sam Rivers,
Slick Rick,
The Litter,
Ornette Coleman,
Slave,
Gang of Four,
June Days,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Arcadia,
The Fugs,
Infiniti,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Toni Rubio,
Q65,
Pylon,
Amon Düül,
Guru Guru,
Aaron Thompson,
The Real Kids,
X-Ray Spex,
Stiv Bators,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Whodini,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Technova,
Bronski Beat,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sandy B,
The Black Dice,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Unrelated Segments,
Susan Cadogan,
Boz Scaggs,
Zero Boys,
Boredoms,
Anthony Braxton,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.