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 Tonga and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson 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?
Lebanon Hanover,
Hot Snakes,
Harmonia,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Moody Blues,
Los Fastidios,
Fear,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Stockholm Monsters,
Moby Grape,
Banda Bassotti,
Boz Scaggs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Amazonics,
This Heat,
The Fire Engines,
Jerry's Kids,
Cybotron,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Trojans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gregory Isaacs,
Vladislav Delay,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Average White Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Germs,
MC5,
Country Teasers,
Moebius,
Bauhaus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mr. Review,
The Leaves,
Hoover,
Excepter,
the Swans,
Ornette Coleman,
Pantaleimon,
Alice Coltrane,
Siglo XX,
Carl Craig,
Motorama,
Sister Nancy,
Lucky Dragons,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dave Gahan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Malaria!,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Freddie Wadling,
Joy Division,
The Fugs,
Franke,
Amon Düül,
Letta Mbulu,
The Move,
Chris & Cosey,
the Slits,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.