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 Armenia and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
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 synthesizer 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 Jesper Dahlback to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One 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?
Rosa Yemen,
Rekid,
Michelle Simonal,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
China Crisis,
Shuggie Otis,
Derrick May,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Audionom,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sonny Sharrock,
Make Up,
OOIOO,
The Blackbyrds,
Fad Gadget,
The Vogues,
Liliput,
Kevin Saunderson,
U.S. Maple,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Suburban Knight,
Pagans,
Sällskapet,
The Golliwogs,
Warsaw,
Groovy Waters,
The Dead C,
Wolf Eyes,
Pulsallama,
Erasure,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Procol Harum,
Quantec,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Max Romeo,
The Monks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Echospace,
The Zeros,
The Beau Brummels,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Metal Thangz,
Eden Ahbez,
The Electric Prunes,
Yellowson,
Aural Exciters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Alison Limerick,
Swell Maps,
Bill Near,
Oneida,
The Doors,
JFA,
Derrick Morgan,
Bluetip,
New Order,
Alphaville,
The Slits,
Blossom Toes,
Roger Hodgson,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.