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 Equatorial Guinea and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Doobie Brothers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Cal Tjader,
DJ Sneak,
Kenny Larkin,
Sugar Minott,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Derrick May,
Arthur Verocai,
The United States of America,
T.S.O.L.,
Roy Ayers,
FM Einheit,
Tears for Fears,
Pet Shop Boys,
Robert Hood,
Excepter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Moss Icon,
Marvin Gaye,
Connie Case,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Aaron Thompson,
Kurtis Blow,
One Last Wish,
Eddi Front,
Television Personalities,
The Dead C,
The Alarm Clocks,
Flipper,
Tubeway Army,
The Barracudas,
Bill Near,
The Misunderstood,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Vogues,
Jimmy McGriff,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eli Mardock,
Bobby Sherman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bill Wells,
Joensuu 1685,
Bronski Beat,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Make Up,
Leonard Cohen,
T. Rex,
Metal Thangz,
The Skatalites,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Stereo Dub,
H. Thieme,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fire Engines,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hardrive,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cheater Slicks,
The Index,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.