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 Lesotho and from Cairo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pussy Galore to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Arab on Radar,
Mo-Dettes,
L. Decosne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Yaz,
Rhythm & Sound,
Barry Ungar,
Silicon Teens,
Amon Düül,
The Count Five,
Pierre Henry,
Wasted Youth,
The Red Krayola,
Davy DMX,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Unwound,
Model 500,
Sex Pistols,
Joyce Sims,
Mary Jane Girls,
Judy Mowatt,
Lucky Dragons,
Aloha Tigers,
The Vogues,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Q and Not U,
Crime,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kayak,
Slave,
Connie Case,
Bad Manners,
Johnny Clarke,
Can,
R.M.O.,
The Fuzztones,
Subhumans,
Michelle Simonal,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
June of 44,
Ice-T,
The Techniques,
Skriet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Frankie Knuckles,
Stiv Bators,
Gong,
Chrome,
Rites of Spring,
Fat Boys,
The Blackbyrds,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lalann,
The Velvet Underground,
Motorama,
KRS-One,
Procol Harum,
Anakelly,
Jerry's Kids,
The Raincoats,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.