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 Uganda and from Edmonton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mummies to the electroclash 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eurythmics,
The Alarm Clocks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Prince Buster,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Zero Boys,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Knickerbockers,
Neu!,
John Foxx,
Eddi Front,
Liliput,
Circle Jerks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Minor Threat,
Soulsonic Force,
T.S.O.L.,
Scrapy,
Yaz,
Michelle Simonal,
Franke,
Ornette Coleman,
Magma,
Freddie Wadling,
The Misunderstood,
Blake Baxter,
Boredoms,
The Seeds,
Bauhaus,
Zapp,
Isaac Hayes,
the Slits,
Gang Green,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Accadde A,
the Germs,
Deadbeat,
Jeru the Damaja,
Robert Wyatt,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Divine Comedy,
Country Teasers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Quando Quango,
This Heat,
The Leaves,
The Monochrome Set,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lungfish,
Slave,
Ludus,
Organ,
June of 44,
Parry Music,
Television,
Amazonics,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.