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 Monaco and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Mandrill to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Animal Collective,
Nik Kershaw,
Ponytail,
The Happenings,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Divine Comedy,
Eden Ahbez,
The Sound,
Neil Young,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Smiths,
Lightning Bolt,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Clear Light,
Rites of Spring,
Index,
JFA,
The Offenders,
Tom Boy,
Motorama,
FM Einheit,
The Last Poets,
Tres Demented,
Don Cherry,
Girls At Our Best!,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Deakin,
Heaven 17,
The Black Dice,
In Retrospect,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Real Kids,
Shuggie Otis,
D'Angelo,
The Birthday Party,
The Wake,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eurythmics,
Connie Case,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Associates,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Stetsasonic,
New Age Steppers,
Can,
The Red Krayola,
Nas,
Echospace,
Peter and Kerry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pulsallama,
Brothers Johnson,
Kas Product,
Subhumans,
Soul II Soul,
World's Most,
Wolf Eyes,
Minny Pops,
Gabor Szabo,
Icehouse,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.