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 Togo and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 John Foxx to the crunk 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hot Snakes,
Marc Almond,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mark Hollis,
The Seeds,
Youth Brigade,
Sarah Menescal,
The Evens,
Henry Cow,
Young Marble Giants,
Niagra,
Jawbox,
Howard Jones,
Reagan Youth,
Con Funk Shun,
The Selecter,
The Grass Roots,
The Barracudas,
Bluetip,
Janne Schatter,
Susan Cadogan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Godley & Creme,
Massinfluence,
Amon Düül II,
PIL,
Bobby Byrd,
The Red Krayola,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
David Bowie,
The Offenders,
Camberwell Now,
kango's stein massive,
Fad Gadget,
New York Dolls,
Skaos,
Nico,
the Human League,
Marmalade,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Blake Baxter,
Leonard Cohen,
10cc,
X-Ray Spex,
Sparks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Icehouse,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Slits,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gerry Rafferty,
a-ha,
Mr. Review,
Mission of Burma,
World's Most,
Kayak,
Todd Rundgren,
La Düsseldorf,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.