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 Niger and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Deakin to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Circle Jerks,
Pantaleimon,
Depeche Mode,
Agitation Free,
John Foxx,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
DJ Sneak,
Angry Samoans,
The Gap Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Model 500,
Yellowson,
Loose Ends,
The Shadows of Knight,
Public Image Ltd.,
Index,
Black Pus,
Wolf Eyes,
MDC,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gastr Del Sol,
Maurizio,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scratch Acid,
The Toasters,
Sugar Minott,
The Sound,
Suburban Knight,
Heaven 17,
Rekid,
Alice Coltrane,
Eve St. Jones,
Bronski Beat,
Negative Approach,
Nils Olav,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lou Christie,
World's Most,
The Neon Judgement,
Tres Demented,
The Cramps,
Lebanon Hanover,
Grey Daturas,
Slave,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Human League,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Electric Prunes,
Monks,
Animal Collective,
Bobby Womack,
Silicon Teens,
Sällskapet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bauhaus,
The Flesh Eaters,
Albert Ayler,
Malaria!,
Max Romeo,
Camouflage,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.