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 Spain and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Matthew Halsall to the crunk 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
The Velvet Underground,
DJ Sneak,
Connie Case,
the Association,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Barrington Levy,
New York Dolls,
the Sonics,
The Fortunes,
Tres Demented,
Vainqueur,
Black Pus,
Monks,
Amon Düül II,
Robert Hood,
Metal Thangz,
Brothers Johnson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Seeds,
Jesper Dahlback,
Symarip,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ludus,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kool Moe Dee,
a-ha,
Scrapy,
Severed Heads,
Boredoms,
Tim Buckley,
The Litter,
Soft Machine,
Morten Harket,
Sexual Harrassment,
Absolute Body Control,
Ronnie Foster,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Donald Byrd,
Todd Terry,
Bobby Sherman,
kango's stein massive,
Henry Cow,
Pussy Galore,
ABBA,
Byron Stingily,
Jawbox,
Lakeside,
In Retrospect,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bad Manners,
The Doors,
Grauzone,
OOIOO,
Blossom Toes,
L. Decosne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fad Gadget,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Groovy Waters,
Guru Guru,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.