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 Belgium and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ 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 Aural Exciters to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Boz Scaggs,
Pere Ubu,
Pagans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Matthew Halsall,
Sarah Menescal,
Sex Pistols,
K-Klass,
The Evens,
The Fire Engines,
Yusef Lateef,
Nik Kershaw,
The Misunderstood,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Neon Judgement,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bad Manners,
Radiohead,
Toni Rubio,
Magma,
Blake Baxter,
These Immortal Souls,
Junior Murvin,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gang Gang Dance,
Neil Young,
Nation of Ulysses,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Arab on Radar,
The Saints,
Basic Channel,
This Heat,
Siglo XX,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pierre Henry,
Morten Harket,
June Days,
Piero Umiliani,
Kas Product,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Yaz,
Model 500,
Buzzcocks,
New Age Steppers,
DJ Style,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Red Krayola,
Outsiders,
10cc,
Todd Terry,
Juan Atkins,
Barbara Tucker,
Stereo Dub,
Bush Tetras,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.