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 Tajikistan and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Metal Thangz to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Angels of Light,
Vladislav Delay,
Lightning Bolt,
The Beau Brummels,
Marvin Gaye,
The American Breed,
The Leaves,
Bauhaus,
Boredoms,
Make Up,
Monks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eden Ahbez,
Flash Fearless,
Blossom Toes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ken Boothe,
The Pretty Things,
Can,
Susan Cadogan,
The Five Americans,
Camberwell Now,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Selecter,
Bush Tetras,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
OOIOO,
Pole,
Faust,
Spoonie Gee,
Gang of Four,
Man Parrish,
The Martian,
Gregory Isaacs,
This Heat,
Half Japanese,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Saccharine Trust,
Matthew Halsall,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Visage,
The Toasters,
Nirvana,
Josef K,
Goldenarms,
The Cure,
Bill Wells,
Yusef Lateef,
Monolake,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Chris Corsano,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Slits,
JFA,
Japan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.