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 Cape Verde and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lucky Dragons to the dance 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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
the Association,
DJ Style,
Sandy B,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lou Reed,
Trumans Water,
Iggy Pop,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Drexciya,
Todd Rundgren,
Silicon Teens,
Bobby Byrd,
The Tremeloes,
The Kinks,
The Evens,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bluetip,
Kayak,
The Count Five,
The Human League,
Country Teasers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crooked Eye,
The Leaves,
Moss Icon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Brand Nubian,
Scion,
Alison Limerick,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ohio Players,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Average White Band,
Zero Boys,
the Germs,
Swell Maps,
Wolf Eyes,
Camberwell Now,
Althea and Donna,
The Misunderstood,
Metal Thangz,
Black Moon,
Kas Product,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Symarip,
Lungfish,
Lyres,
The Fugs,
The Seeds,
Yellowson,
Tears for Fears,
Main Source,
Porter Ricks,
Byron Stingily,
Sun Ra,
Pantytec,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Erasure,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.