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 Taiwan and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Sam Rivers,
The Music Machine,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bob Dylan,
Niagra,
The Vogues,
Warren Ellis,
Johnny Clarke,
Junior Murvin,
Reagan Youth,
Pussy Galore,
Skarface,
Lalo Schifrin,
CMW,
The Knickerbockers,
Mad Mike,
Siglo XX,
The Standells,
Kayak,
Sight & Sound,
Skriet,
John Holt,
Desert Stars,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Slits,
Neu!,
Soul II Soul,
Visage,
The Real Kids,
Throbbing Gristle,
Electric Prunes,
Little Man,
The Wake,
Hardrive,
Nils Olav,
Camouflage,
Mandrill,
Eurythmics,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lyres,
Wasted Youth,
Easy Going,
Sparks,
Lou Reed,
Faraquet,
Fatback Band,
Nas,
The Sonics,
Morten Harket,
The Smoke,
Nik Kershaw,
Sandy B,
The Techniques,
Arab on Radar,
Cybotron,
Robert Hood,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.