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 South Africa and from Tokyo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ 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 Depeche Mode to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Visage,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soulsonic Force,
Godley & Creme,
Black Sheep,
The Count Five,
Agent Orange,
Absolute Body Control,
Brand Nubian,
D'Angelo,
The Pretty Things,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Cramps,
Ronnie Foster,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The New Christs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rosa Yemen,
Television,
The Durutti Column,
Morten Harket,
Crooked Eye,
The Kinks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Five Americans,
Bang On A Can,
The Last Poets,
John Holt,
June of 44,
the Association,
Sister Nancy,
Ken Boothe,
The Birthday Party,
Jandek,
Trumans Water,
Nation of Ulysses,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Suburban Knight,
Pantytec,
Mad Mike,
The Monochrome Set,
Eric Copeland,
Simply Red,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eyeless In Gaza,
UT,
Blossom Toes,
The Raincoats,
Camouflage,
Sound Behaviour,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eddi Front,
Ten City,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Parry Music,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.