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 New Zealand and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar 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 David Bowie to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Darondo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
EPMD,
Cluster,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roger Hodgson,
Michelle Simonal,
The Victims,
Kaleidoscope,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Golliwogs,
Byron Stingily,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Drexciya,
Ohio Players,
Lebanon Hanover,
Andrew Hill,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Toni Rubio,
Roy Ayers,
Lou Reed,
The Raincoats,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Warren Ellis,
Yusef Lateef,
The Cure,
The United States of America,
Gregory Isaacs,
Janne Schatter,
The Music Machine,
China Crisis,
Leonard Cohen,
Spandau Ballet,
Glenn Branca,
Quantec,
Schoolly D,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Adolescents,
Yazoo,
The Moleskins,
The Remains,
Ituana,
Aloha Tigers,
Robert Görl,
Sparks,
Lungfish,
The Barracudas,
Simply Red,
Von Mondo,
Joyce Sims,
Unrelated Segments,
8 Eyed Spy,
Terry Callier,
The Evens,
F. McDonald,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Panda Bear,
Chris Corsano,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.