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 Senegal 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Thee Headcoats to the techno 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Joyce Sims,
Alton Ellis,
The Mummies,
Supertramp,
Hardrive,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Moebius,
Barrington Levy,
The Beau Brummels,
Ludus,
China Crisis,
The Real Kids,
Soulsonic Force,
The Remains,
Oblivians,
Bang On A Can,
X-102,
U.S. Maple,
Technova,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scion,
The Doors,
Make Up,
Average White Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Pretty Things,
Chrome,
Spandau Ballet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Television,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Human League,
Ornette Coleman,
Shoche,
Sandy B,
Blake Baxter,
Isaac Hayes,
the Soft Cell,
Wally Richardson,
Drexciya,
Bobby Byrd,
Bad Manners,
Deadbeat,
ABC,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sun Ra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Groovy Waters,
The Martian,
a-ha,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kayak,
The Evens,
Althea and Donna,
The Human League,
Porter Ricks,
Roy Ayers,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.