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 Mauritius and from Johannesburg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin 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 Roxy Music to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Divine Comedy,
China Crisis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Sheep,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Happenings,
Swans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dark Day,
Neu!,
One Last Wish,
Y Pants,
Essential Logic,
Colin Newman,
Joy Division,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Sonics,
Fad Gadget,
Sugar Minott,
Easy Going,
Bluetip,
Deadbeat,
Swell Maps,
JFA,
The Star Department,
The Mojo Men,
Hoover,
Nico,
Pet Shop Boys,
Shuggie Otis,
Roxy Music,
Gang Starr,
X-101,
Kurtis Blow,
Sexual Harrassment,
Altered Images,
Reagan Youth,
Warren Ellis,
Wasted Youth,
Kerri Chandler,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Smoke,
Susan Cadogan,
Television,
MC5,
Matthew Halsall,
Saccharine Trust,
Flipper,
Cybotron,
Adolescents,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Outsiders,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Don Cherry,
Radiopuhelimet,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.