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 Nicaragua and from Lyon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ 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 The Dirtbombs to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Neil Young,
Cymande,
Fluxion,
The Kinks,
Dual Sessions,
The Martian,
Audionom,
Ossler,
The Electric Prunes,
K-Klass,
Crash Course in Science,
Quantec,
Peter & Gordon,
Kaleidoscope,
The Evens,
In Retrospect,
Bang On A Can,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bush Tetras,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Maleditus Sound,
Panda Bear,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sun Ra,
Mad Mike,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rekid,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dave Gahan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Vogues,
U.S. Maple,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sarah Menescal,
Bootsy Collins,
Supertramp,
China Crisis,
Cameo,
Lucky Dragons,
Saccharine Trust,
Yaz,
Tears for Fears,
Mission of Burma,
The Knickerbockers,
Rites of Spring,
The Blackbyrds,
Roxy Music,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Outsiders,
Unwound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Byron Stingily,
Circle Jerks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Bananas,
Dark Day,
Hardrive,
Depeche Mode,
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.