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 Madagascar and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Patti Smith to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Lou Reed,
Lucky Dragons,
Nation of Ulysses,
Robert Wyatt,
Swell Maps,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
JFA,
Zapp,
Theoretical Girls,
Jacob Miller,
Glambeats Corp.,
Moss Icon,
John Holt,
Quando Quango,
The Slits,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Stetsasonic,
Delon & Dalcan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Cowsills,
Shuggie Otis,
Royal Trux,
Anthony Braxton,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Chris & Cosey,
Flipper,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sandy B,
Sight & Sound,
The Fugs,
Donald Byrd,
The Offenders,
Bauhaus,
Sexual Harrassment,
Y Pants,
Lightning Bolt,
Aaron Thompson,
Lou Christie,
Excepter,
Fluxion,
Wolf Eyes,
The Gun Club,
The Star Department,
Letta Mbulu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Smiths,
The Human League,
The Gap Band,
Grey Daturas,
Talk Talk,
Dennis Brown,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Black Dice,
The Mojo Men,
Bluetip,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Visage,
Davy DMX,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.