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 Micronesia and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer 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 One Last Wish to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
The Dirtbombs,
Aloha Tigers,
Sight & Sound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pulsallama,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Smoke,
The Selecter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jesper Dahlback,
Todd Terry,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Grey Daturas,
Cecil Taylor,
FM Einheit,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Pop Group,
Procol Harum,
Zero Boys,
Bobby Sherman,
Sun Ra,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Divine Comedy,
Rosa Yemen,
48th St. Collective,
Monolake,
Half Japanese,
Big Daddy Kane,
Flipper,
Skaos,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Make Up,
Newcleus,
F. McDonald,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bang On A Can,
Subhumans,
Archie Shepp,
Bob Dylan,
Theoretical Girls,
Tubeway Army,
Nick Fraelich,
the Normal,
Minny Pops,
Sandy B,
Ice-T,
Thompson Twins,
Scrapy,
The Golliwogs,
ABBA,
Q65,
Grauzone,
The Cramps,
Black Sheep,
Joey Negro,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Smog,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.