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 Taiwan and from Manila.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Soft Machine to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Gil Scott Heron,
Essential Logic,
Harry Pussy,
The Leaves,
Mantronix,
Sarah Menescal,
Magazine,
Public Enemy,
The Gories,
Inner City,
The Offenders,
Schoolly D,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Oneida,
The Neon Judgement,
The Human League,
Gang of Four,
Tubeway Army,
The Invisible,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Los Fastidios,
Leonard Cohen,
Negative Approach,
Janne Schatter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Vogues,
John Holt,
Depeche Mode,
Charles Mingus,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sex Pistols,
MDC,
Moebius,
Organ,
Mission of Burma,
Drexciya,
Goldenarms,
Soulsonic Force,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Selecter,
Roger Hodgson,
The Tremeloes,
Newcleus,
Wasted Youth,
Marvin Gaye,
Zapp,
Sight & Sound,
Adolescents,
Heaven 17,
Derrick Morgan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Chris Corsano,
Aswad,
Darondo,
Alton Ellis,
Porter Ricks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Delta 5,
David Bowie,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.