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 Serbia and from Lagos.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin 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 Matthew Bourne to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Con Funk Shun,
Radio Birdman,
Tres Demented,
Bob Dylan,
The Searchers,
Bush Tetras,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Five Americans,
Mantronix,
Lyres,
Donald Byrd,
Groovy Waters,
Pantaleimon,
June Days,
Ohio Players,
Massinfluence,
Charles Mingus,
Glenn Branca,
The Wake,
R.M.O.,
John Coltrane,
Susan Cadogan,
Eve St. Jones,
Faraquet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Slick Rick,
Stereo Dub,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Red Krayola,
Accadde A,
Von Mondo,
Lucky Dragons,
The Velvet Underground,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Matthew Halsall,
Average White Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Erasure,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Yellowson,
New York Dolls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
K-Klass,
Piero Umiliani,
Sixth Finger,
Reagan Youth,
Gong,
Camouflage,
The Moleskins,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fortunes,
Organ,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Pop Group,
Lower 48,
Talk Talk,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.