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 Peru and from Bremen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Alphaville to the dance 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Reuben Wilson,
the Sonics,
Gang Starr,
Bobby Womack,
Franke,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dead Boys,
Half Japanese,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobby Sherman,
kango's stein massive,
Judy Mowatt,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Carl Craig,
Nick Fraelich,
Cymande,
Steve Hackett,
Minor Threat,
Black Moon,
The Walker Brothers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Monks,
June of 44,
Moss Icon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lindisfarne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
James White and The Blacks,
Ultravox,
The Fugs,
Johnny Clarke,
Ohio Players,
Basic Channel,
Vladislav Delay,
Barrington Levy,
DJ Sneak,
Guru Guru,
Graham Central Station,
Rapeman,
Stetsasonic,
Kaleidoscope,
New Age Steppers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Average White Band,
The Young Rascals,
Roger Hodgson,
Lungfish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pantytec,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jandek,
Deepchord,
Niagra,
the Human League,
The Fuzztones,
The Cowsills,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ossler,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.