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 Vanuatu 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Holger Czukay 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 Johnny Clarke to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Agent Orange,
The Star Department,
Stiv Bators,
Marc Almond,
Susan Cadogan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fuzztones,
Terrestrial Tones,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Buckinghams,
The J.B.'s,
Erasure,
Neil Young,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Terry Callier,
Grey Daturas,
Marine Girls,
Wire,
JFA,
Ornette Coleman,
Sound Behaviour,
The Residents,
Black Pus,
Davy DMX,
Quadrant,
Dawn Penn,
The Invisible,
Marcia Griffiths,
Royal Trux,
Heaven 17,
The Wake,
June of 44,
ABC,
The Stooges,
Derrick May,
Jesper Dahlback,
Anakelly,
Maleditus Sound,
Stockholm Monsters,
Q and Not U,
Gang Green,
Al Stewart,
Joe Smooth,
F. McDonald,
Slick Rick,
Fugazi,
Jacques Brel,
Rosa Yemen,
Au Pairs,
Bronski Beat,
The Associates,
The Evens,
Matthew Halsall,
Niagra,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Chris & Cosey,
The Skatalites,
Model 500,
Arthur Verocai,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kas Product,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.