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 Liberia and from Mumbai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pussy Galore to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Severed Heads,
Crooked Eye,
Make Up,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Moody Blues,
Brick,
Cybotron,
B.T. Express,
Zapp,
Young Marble Giants,
Minny Pops,
Bauhaus,
Terry Callier,
LL Cool J,
Don Cherry,
The Knickerbockers,
Panda Bear,
Rekid,
The Tremeloes,
Television,
Tim Buckley,
Cymande,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Lyres,
the Bar-Kays,
The Doors,
Carl Craig,
The J.B.'s,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Letta Mbulu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Moby Grape,
In Retrospect,
Eric Dolphy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Peter & Gordon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Frankie Knuckles,
China Crisis,
The Doobie Brothers,
Amazonics,
Avey Tare,
Minutemen,
Scan 7,
Quando Quango,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
MC5,
The Neon Judgement,
Prince Buster,
Steve Hackett,
Slave,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fortunes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Arab on Radar,
Alison Limerick,
The Standells,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Clear Light,
U.S. Maple,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.