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 Papua New Guinea and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb 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 The Doobie Brothers to the techno 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Blossom Toes,
the Germs,
Avey Tare,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sight & Sound,
Make Up,
The Young Rascals,
Sugar Minott,
Amon Düül II,
Khruangbin,
Country Teasers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Monolake,
Dual Sessions,
Scrapy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Liliput,
Ralphi Rosario,
Flamin' Groovies,
Harmonia,
The Searchers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rapeman,
Todd Rundgren,
The Index,
DJ Style,
Basic Channel,
Barbara Tucker,
The Angels of Light,
Jacques Brel,
Tropical Tobacco,
Chris & Cosey,
Matthew Halsall,
Lalann,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Clear Light,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
ABC,
Erykah Badu,
June Days,
Oneida,
Sparks,
Susan Cadogan,
Scratch Acid,
Judy Mowatt,
The Standells,
Funkadelic,
Parry Music,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joy Division,
Accadde A,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tommy Roe,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sandy B,
Bronski Beat,
the Soft Cell,
June of 44,
Television Personalities,
Ituana,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.