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 Nepal and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Pantytec to the electroclash 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Neu!,
Thee Headcoats,
Fear,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Soft Cell,
KRS-One,
Crispian St. Peters,
Godley & Creme,
Peter and Kerry,
Sällskapet,
Aswad,
Rekid,
Eric B and Rakim,
OOIOO,
Essential Logic,
Unrelated Segments,
Peter & Gordon,
Monks,
The Seeds,
Johnny Osbourne,
FM Einheit,
The Young Rascals,
Eden Ahbez,
Wolf Eyes,
The Monochrome Set,
The Vogues,
Andrew Hill,
The Neon Judgement,
Tim Buckley,
Zero Boys,
The Cure,
Swell Maps,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pere Ubu,
Groovy Waters,
LL Cool J,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Busters,
John Cale,
Connie Case,
Suburban Knight,
B.T. Express,
Sun City Girls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Chris & Cosey,
the Association,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Piero Umiliani,
Michelle Simonal,
Pierre Henry,
Mr. Review,
Absolute Body Control,
Deakin,
Ponytail,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
DJ Sneak,
The Tremeloes,
Reagan Youth,
Wire,
Heaven 17,
Robert Görl,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.