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 Lithuania and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ 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 Amazonics to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Donald Byrd,
Ronnie Foster,
Subhumans,
Brothers Johnson,
Sandy B,
Janne Schatter,
Porter Ricks,
Bob Dylan,
Country Teasers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sex Pistols,
KRS-One,
Jacques Brel,
Hasil Adkins,
Fear,
Juan Atkins,
John Coltrane,
Jandek,
Nik Kershaw,
X-Ray Spex,
Max Romeo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Chris & Cosey,
June Days,
Moby Grape,
Crash Course in Science,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scott Walker,
Depeche Mode,
Liliput,
Brick,
Matthew Bourne,
Dorothy Ashby,
Television,
Bronski Beat,
Kerri Chandler,
Kevin Saunderson,
Desert Stars,
Spoonie Gee,
Skriet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Todd Terry,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fall,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joe Smooth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Tremeloes,
PIL,
Black Moon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Magazine,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joe Finger,
Ponytail,
Public Enemy,
Loose Ends,
Quadrant,
Echospace,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.