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 Honduras and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Durutti Column 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
The Doors,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hardrive,
MC5,
Black Bananas,
Infiniti,
Amon Düül II,
Yaz,
The Litter,
Bad Manners,
H. Thieme,
The Names,
Ultravox,
Pulsallama,
Cymande,
New Order,
Nick Fraelich,
China Crisis,
The Zeros,
Dorothy Ashby,
Public Enemy,
Flipper,
The Alarm Clocks,
Reagan Youth,
Lower 48,
Nas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dennis Brown,
The Tremeloes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Techniques,
Harry Pussy,
Stiv Bators,
The Birthday Party,
Howard Jones,
Interpol,
The Index,
Visage,
These Immortal Souls,
the Soft Cell,
Moebius,
Barbara Tucker,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Subhumans,
Rakim,
The Smiths,
Second Layer,
Eric Copeland,
Altered Images,
Camouflage,
Bang On A Can,
Spoonie Gee,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
L. Decosne,
Kevin Saunderson,
Maurizio,
Parry Music,
Alison Limerick,
Crooked Eye,
Ten City,
Boredoms,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.