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 Vietnam 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Ornette Coleman to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Litter,
Dennis Brown,
Thompson Twins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bootsy Collins,
Fela Kuti,
Jerry's Kids,
Kurtis Blow,
Dead Boys,
The Stooges,
Jeru the Damaja,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Warsaw,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fat Boys,
Deadbeat,
Ossler,
Surgeon,
Porter Ricks,
Amon Düül,
The Sonics,
Grauzone,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Zeros,
Los Fastidios,
Severed Heads,
Johnny Osbourne,
ABBA,
Fugazi,
John Foxx,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Walker Brothers,
10cc,
Supertramp,
Sex Pistols,
the Slits,
Lungfish,
Rosa Yemen,
The Flesh Eaters,
Drexciya,
Josef K,
Yusef Lateef,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Flipper,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pet Shop Boys,
Delta 5,
The Five Americans,
Livin' Joy,
The Monks,
Bobby Byrd,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bill Near,
Eden Ahbez,
Yazoo,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.