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 Finland and from London.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Ultravox,
Excepter,
Graham Central Station,
David Axelrod,
Sight & Sound,
The Slackers,
Juan Atkins,
Kas Product,
the Germs,
This Heat,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nick Fraelich,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Tremeloes,
Unrelated Segments,
H. Thieme,
Fear,
Suicide,
The Smoke,
Little Man,
Basic Channel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scrapy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tomorrow,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Duran Duran,
Jawbox,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Banda Bassotti,
Donald Byrd,
Bronski Beat,
Arab on Radar,
Aloha Tigers,
The Moleskins,
Skaos,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mars,
Eden Ahbez,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mission of Burma,
Matthew Bourne,
The Detroit Cobras,
U.S. Maple,
Sunsets and Hearts,
ABBA,
LL Cool J,
Sparks,
John Coltrane,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lou Reed,
Infiniti,
The Moody Blues,
Siglo XX,
Rosa Yemen,
Kayak,
Adolescents,
Henry Cow,
Pussy Galore,
Alphaville,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.