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 Tajikistan 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer 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 Skriet to the electroclash 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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Lou Reed,
The Dirtbombs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scott Walker,
Lebanon Hanover,
Minor Threat,
Livin' Joy,
Black Sheep,
Eric Dolphy,
Mandrill,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The United States of America,
Graham Central Station,
Skaos,
Panda Bear,
The Last Poets,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nick Fraelich,
Yaz,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Doors,
kango's stein massive,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Electric Prunes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nico,
The Cramps,
Bill Near,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
DNA,
The Selecter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Reagan Youth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ice-T,
OOIOO,
Grauzone,
Agitation Free,
The Residents,
Duran Duran,
Model 500,
Matthew Halsall,
The Victims,
Dawn Penn,
Tres Demented,
Scratch Acid,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Massinfluence,
In Retrospect,
Bobby Byrd,
Slick Rick,
The Moleskins,
New York Dolls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.