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 Tuvalu and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Blancmange to the electroclash 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Blancmange,
Camouflage,
Porter Ricks,
B.T. Express,
Matthew Halsall,
The Gories,
The Vogues,
Swans,
Dennis Brown,
Basic Channel,
The Five Americans,
Mantronix,
Ossler,
the Swans,
Eddi Front,
DNA,
Henry Cow,
Kool Moe Dee,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ludus,
Pulsallama,
Sun Ra,
Arab on Radar,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jeff Lynne,
Whodini,
Yellowson,
Skriet,
Bootsy Collins,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Infiniti,
June Days,
The Victims,
Marine Girls,
The Standells,
T. Rex,
Charles Mingus,
Robert Hood,
Underground Resistance,
Blossom Toes,
Rapeman,
Panda Bear,
Japan,
Gerry Rafferty,
EPMD,
Barrington Levy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Minor Threat,
AZ,
Ornette Coleman,
Joey Negro,
Glenn Branca,
Icehouse,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Babytalk,
Patti Smith,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.