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 Indonesia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Steve Hackett to the crunk 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio 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?
Flash Fearless,
Godley & Creme,
John Foxx,
Vainqueur,
Deepchord,
The Slits,
Fatback Band,
June Days,
Joe Smooth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
L. Decosne,
Pole,
DJ Sneak,
Silicon Teens,
Boogie Down Productions,
Moby Grape,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Robert Wyatt,
Graham Central Station,
Pussy Galore,
Gregory Isaacs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ohio Players,
Swell Maps,
The Move,
Zapp,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Negative Approach,
The Standells,
Ronnie Foster,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Suburban Knight,
Eurythmics,
The Star Department,
The Dead C,
La Düsseldorf,
Funky Four + One,
Qualms,
the Bar-Kays,
Gang of Four,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rites of Spring,
The Invisible,
Agent Orange,
Audionom,
Terrestrial Tones,
ABC,
Technova,
Quantec,
Moebius,
10cc,
Erasure,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Schoolly D,
The Cramps,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Susan Cadogan,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.