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 Korea South and from Spokane.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Thee Headcoats,
F. McDonald,
Gil Scott Heron,
Saccharine Trust,
Patti Smith,
Quando Quango,
Fear,
Grey Daturas,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ponytail,
Maleditus Sound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fad Gadget,
Oblivians,
Radio Birdman,
Parry Music,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Swans,
Blossom Toes,
Vainqueur,
Schoolly D,
Alice Coltrane,
Von Mondo,
Porter Ricks,
Byron Stingily,
a-ha,
Kurtis Blow,
H. Thieme,
New Age Steppers,
X-101,
Das Ding,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Juan Atkins,
Essential Logic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dead Boys,
The Real Kids,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tres Demented,
K-Klass,
Urselle,
Sun Ra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Skarface,
Neu!,
Kenny Larkin,
The Pretty Things,
Prince Buster,
X-102,
Bob Dylan,
Lungfish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Funky Four + One,
Mad Mike,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Leaves,
Anthony Braxton,
Ultimate Spinach,
Infiniti,
Althea and Donna,
The Blackbyrds,
Bronski Beat,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.