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 Angola and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes 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 Marcia Griffiths 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Franke,
Yusef Lateef,
Soul II Soul,
Jeff Lynne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Deepchord,
Alphaville,
Talk Talk,
The Doors,
Rosa Yemen,
Moebius,
Circle Jerks,
Q65,
Thee Headcoats,
Rapeman,
Nation of Ulysses,
Suicide,
The American Breed,
Mad Mike,
The Durutti Column,
Bizarre Inc.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Das Ding,
Vladislav Delay,
The Raincoats,
E-Dancer,
Jacques Brel,
Organ,
Parry Music,
The Moody Blues,
Letta Mbulu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
James White and The Blacks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Con Funk Shun,
New York Dolls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eddi Front,
the Germs,
June of 44,
Newcleus,
China Crisis,
Spoonie Gee,
Wire,
Ponytail,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Public Enemy,
Amazonics,
X-102,
Can,
Drexciya,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Music Machine,
Radiohead,
The Moleskins,
Magma,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Blossom Toes,
The Sonics,
kango's stein massive,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.