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 Egypt and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mumbai.
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 Lou Reed 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 Zero Boys to the funk 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Moon,
kango's stein massive,
Bobby Sherman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
E-Dancer,
T.S.O.L.,
Albert Ayler,
Y Pants,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Gap Band,
Faust,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sparks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gabor Szabo,
Juan Atkins,
Carl Craig,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Malaria!,
The Leaves,
Rosa Yemen,
Oneida,
Talk Talk,
Lakeside,
Skaos,
The Gories,
Scott Walker,
Cymande,
Kurtis Blow,
Bob Dylan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The J.B.'s,
Idris Muhammad,
the Swans,
Ituana,
This Heat,
Pantytec,
Jesper Dahlback,
Brothers Johnson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Yaz,
The Pop Group,
Second Layer,
X-Ray Spex,
New Age Steppers,
Hashim,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tomorrow,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Barracudas,
The Monks,
Sugar Minott,
the Association,
The Offenders,
The Litter,
Arab on Radar,
Scan 7,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.