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 Russia and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
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 chamberlin 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 Bush Tetras to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Joyce Sims,
Yaz,
Zero Boys,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fad Gadget,
Television Personalities,
Sällskapet,
Livin' Joy,
Black Bananas,
Michelle Simonal,
June Days,
In Retrospect,
Buzzcocks,
John Foxx,
48th St. Collective,
Franke,
Rekid,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
T.S.O.L.,
The Velvet Underground,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Smiths,
Tomorrow,
Suburban Knight,
Babytalk,
The Cramps,
The Pop Group,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tommy Roe,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Trojans,
Minor Threat,
Spandau Ballet,
Nas,
Flamin' Groovies,
Darondo,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Standells,
The Selecter,
New York Dolls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mandrill,
Essential Logic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Depeche Mode,
Gang Green,
Niagra,
Groovy Waters,
Eden Ahbez,
Shoche,
Qualms,
Mr. Review,
Monks,
L. Decosne,
Mary Jane Girls,
Stetsasonic,
The Gories,
Bad Manners,
Sparks,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.