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 Cuba and from Copenhagen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin 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 Sparks to the funk 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Janne Schatter,
Severed Heads,
Second Layer,
Sällskapet,
Kerri Chandler,
Guru Guru,
Spoonie Gee,
Metal Thangz,
Camouflage,
The Saints,
Black Pus,
Andrew Hill,
The Grass Roots,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
MDC,
Adolescents,
48th St. Collective,
Roxy Music,
Television Personalities,
The Raincoats,
Godley & Creme,
Letta Mbulu,
Scratch Acid,
Camberwell Now,
Masters at Work,
Sonny Sharrock,
Yellowson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Graham Central Station,
Roxette,
Eden Ahbez,
Patti Smith,
The Cure,
The Flesh Eaters,
Heaven 17,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Moleskins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
In Retrospect,
John Holt,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Blancmange,
the Bar-Kays,
Jimmy McGriff,
Derrick May,
Fluxion,
The Zeros,
Franke,
DJ Style,
The Associates,
Yazoo,
AZ,
A Certain Ratio,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Babytalk,
The Selecter,
Angry Samoans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
These Immortal Souls,
New Order,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.