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 Tonga and from Halifax.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Tears for Fears to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Excepter,
Country Teasers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Standells,
Marcia Griffiths,
Reagan Youth,
The Moody Blues,
Duran Duran,
Theoretical Girls,
Patti Smith,
David Axelrod,
The Pop Group,
Sam Rivers,
Clear Light,
T. Rex,
Wolf Eyes,
Pierre Henry,
The Divine Comedy,
The Real Kids,
Make Up,
Isaac Hayes,
Neu!,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Desert Stars,
Glenn Branca,
Lou Christie,
cv313,
Tom Boy,
Funkadelic,
Joe Finger,
Kevin Saunderson,
kango's stein massive,
The Tremeloes,
Blancmange,
Heaven 17,
Darondo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lalann,
Visage,
the Slits,
Black Bananas,
Das Ding,
Stiv Bators,
Traffic Nightmare,
Outsiders,
Barrington Levy,
Qualms,
Tropical Tobacco,
Minnie Riperton,
The Knickerbockers,
The Music Machine,
Aaron Thompson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Metal Thangz,
John Foxx,
Bauhaus,
Surgeon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dawn Penn,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ice-T,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.