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 Rwanda and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
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 rhodes 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 Vladislav Delay to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Surgeon,
Scratch Acid,
The United States of America,
Cybotron,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brand Nubian,
The Kinks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kaleidoscope,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mars,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Bar-Kays,
the Swans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mandrill,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Victims,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fat Boys,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bronski Beat,
Television Personalities,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tomorrow,
Angry Samoans,
New Order,
The Standells,
The Happenings,
Donny Hathaway,
Sandy B,
The Index,
Scion,
Monks,
Jeff Lynne,
Interpol,
Reuben Wilson,
Second Layer,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Radiohead,
The Barracudas,
Smog,
Zero Boys,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Walker Brothers,
Model 500,
Supertramp,
Joy Division,
Ituana,
The Wake,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Clear Light,
Infiniti,
Flipper,
The Techniques,
The Stooges,
Al Stewart,
La Düsseldorf,
Circle Jerks,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.