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 Suriname and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Mad Mike to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
The Beau Brummels,
Bill Wells,
Tres Demented,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cybotron,
Faust,
Vladislav Delay,
T.S.O.L.,
Wasted Youth,
Magma,
The Associates,
Stetsasonic,
John Cale,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Malaria!,
Dual Sessions,
Blossom Toes,
Quando Quango,
Al Stewart,
Crispy Ambulance,
Camouflage,
Tom Boy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joy Division,
Kaleidoscope,
The Martian,
Supertramp,
the Association,
Toni Rubio,
Popol Vuh,
Can,
Chris Corsano,
Panda Bear,
Slick Rick,
Eden Ahbez,
Suburban Knight,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Heaven 17,
Bizarre Inc.,
Clear Light,
Jandek,
Adolescents,
Eve St. Jones,
Yazoo,
The Cure,
Lungfish,
The Velvet Underground,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eddi Front,
The New Christs,
Cheater Slicks,
Hardrive,
The Golliwogs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Moebius,
Severed Heads,
Gong,
ABBA,
The Seeds,
Chrome,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.