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 East Timor and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Niagra,
Gregory Isaacs,
Camberwell Now,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crispy Ambulance,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ronnie Foster,
Smog,
The Index,
Hoover,
Harmonia,
The Slackers,
Second Layer,
Metal Thangz,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Moss Icon,
Sexual Harrassment,
KRS-One,
The Pop Group,
Donald Byrd,
Minnie Riperton,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Golliwogs,
Deepchord,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nico,
Underground Resistance,
Lalo Schifrin,
Alison Limerick,
Das Ding,
Roger Hodgson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Quantec,
Joey Negro,
Judy Mowatt,
Talk Talk,
Zapp,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
U.S. Maple,
Howard Jones,
Reagan Youth,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Knickerbockers,
Johnny Clarke,
The Human League,
the Slits,
Anakelly,
John Foxx,
Schoolly D,
Rakim,
Symarip,
China Crisis,
Pussy Galore,
Eddi Front,
Suburban Knight,
Flamin' Groovies,
Royal Trux,
The Real Kids,
UT,
The Fortunes,
Mark Hollis,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.