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 Taiwan and from Mumbai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron 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 Laurel Aitken to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Siglo XX,
The New Christs,
Bronski Beat,
Glenn Branca,
Liliput,
Anakelly,
The Wake,
Zero Boys,
The Fugs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Audionom,
Bauhaus,
The J.B.'s,
Avey Tare,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
DJ Sneak,
Fatback Band,
Symarip,
FM Einheit,
Tears for Fears,
The Music Machine,
Boredoms,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Foxx,
Public Enemy,
The Busters,
cv313,
K-Klass,
Radiopuhelimet,
Barclay James Harvest,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lebanon Hanover,
JFA,
Heaven 17,
LL Cool J,
Quantec,
the Human League,
Alton Ellis,
The Sonics,
Zapp,
Donald Byrd,
The United States of America,
Scott Walker,
John Coltrane,
Tommy Roe,
Roger Hodgson,
Alice Coltrane,
Pulsallama,
Easy Going,
Cheater Slicks,
Fat Boys,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marvin Gaye,
Soul II Soul,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Detroit Cobras,
R.M.O.,
The Divine Comedy,
Intrusion,
Skriet,
The Motions,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.