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 Guatemala and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Guru Guru to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Silicon Teens,
James White and The Blacks,
Surgeon,
June of 44,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Blackbyrds,
The Barracudas,
Roy Ayers,
Interpol,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Slackers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ornette Coleman,
Hoover,
Junior Murvin,
Cameo,
Cymande,
The Offenders,
The Searchers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Mummies,
Alton Ellis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mantronix,
Procol Harum,
The Victims,
Ash Ra Tempel,
LL Cool J,
Mr. Review,
Eden Ahbez,
DNA,
Circle Jerks,
Essential Logic,
Bad Manners,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Quando Quango,
the Swans,
The Slits,
Derrick Morgan,
Joe Smooth,
Patti Smith,
Anakelly,
New Age Steppers,
Young Marble Giants,
Laurel Aitken,
Blossom Toes,
Eurythmics,
Model 500,
Faust,
Terrestrial Tones,
Boz Scaggs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Echospace,
Average White Band,
Country Teasers,
Joy Division,
The Pop Group,
Metal Thangz,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.