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 Bulgaria and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator 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 Radiopuhelimet to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Ponytail,
Pantaleimon,
The Count Five,
Lucky Dragons,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gong,
Lindisfarne,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ultra Naté,
Robert Wyatt,
Panda Bear,
Blossom Toes,
Camberwell Now,
Kerrie Biddell,
David Bowie,
Siglo XX,
Peter & Gordon,
MDC,
Groovy Waters,
The Dead C,
Anakelly,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Invisible,
Marc Almond,
the Soft Cell,
Mantronix,
The Sonics,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Thompson Twins,
Alton Ellis,
Toni Rubio,
The Moleskins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Easy Going,
Arcadia,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pagans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bauhaus,
The Five Americans,
Pylon,
Loose Ends,
Lightning Bolt,
Joe Finger,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sun Ra,
DJ Sneak,
Marmalade,
Barrington Levy,
Boredoms,
the Human League,
Maleditus Sound,
10cc,
Dead Boys,
Sixth Finger,
The Smoke,
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.