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 Oman 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 arpeggiator 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 Marc Almond to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Eric Dolphy,
The Martian,
Unwound,
Absolute Body Control,
Crime,
Thompson Twins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Moody Blues,
The Cure,
Joey Negro,
The Beau Brummels,
the Sonics,
Alice Coltrane,
Boogie Down Productions,
Subhumans,
Suburban Knight,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nas,
Gang of Four,
Sister Nancy,
Simply Red,
Ituana,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sixth Finger,
the Association,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
CMW,
Eddi Front,
The United States of America,
Cluster,
Josef K,
E-Dancer,
Nils Olav,
Alison Limerick,
Jandek,
Laurel Aitken,
Moss Icon,
Q and Not U,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hashim,
The Saints,
Pet Shop Boys,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Donny Hathaway,
The Zeros,
Swell Maps,
The Evens,
Massinfluence,
Roxette,
Fugazi,
Severed Heads,
R.M.O.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sarah Menescal,
Pharoah Sanders,
Amon Düül II,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Peter & Gordon,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.