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 Zambia 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ 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 Stetsasonic 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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 Fugs,
Joe Finger,
Theoretical Girls,
Sound Behaviour,
Little Man,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Country Teasers,
Lou Reed,
Pantaleimon,
Delta 5,
ABC,
Barry Ungar,
Surgeon,
Procol Harum,
Todd Rundgren,
LL Cool J,
The Tremeloes,
Tom Boy,
Black Pus,
Average White Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fluxion,
the Swans,
Icehouse,
Blake Baxter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eric Dolphy,
Marine Girls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dave Gahan,
Lou Christie,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ronnie Foster,
Tomorrow,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gong,
Hashim,
Bronski Beat,
The Walker Brothers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mission of Burma,
Blossom Toes,
Clear Light,
Pylon,
the Bar-Kays,
kango's stein massive,
Cymande,
Vladislav Delay,
X-102,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tears for Fears,
Stiv Bators,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Severed Heads,
The Sound,
Sparks,
Scientists,
Henry Cow,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.