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 Vanuatu and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Warsaw to the electroclash 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Barrington Levy,
Marc Almond,
Pole,
The Names,
Soulsonic Force,
Isaac Hayes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Section 25,
Unwound,
Das Ding,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Swans,
Slick Rick,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
FM Einheit,
Flamin' Groovies,
U.S. Maple,
The Slits,
Q65,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Gun Club,
Suburban Knight,
Metal Thangz,
China Crisis,
Sun City Girls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Altered Images,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fela Kuti,
Ossler,
Kerrie Biddell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wire,
Prince Buster,
Lou Reed,
The Moleskins,
New Order,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rapeman,
The Trojans,
The Monks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Barbara Tucker,
Flash Fearless,
Tim Buckley,
Gichy Dan,
Lower 48,
Los Fastidios,
Swans,
The Buckinghams,
The Vogues,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cecil Taylor,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.