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 Israel and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 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 Detroit Cobras to the disco 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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Funkadelic,
Metal Thangz,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Man Parrish,
Drive Like Jehu,
Josef K,
Joensuu 1685,
Kaleidoscope,
The Techniques,
Flipper,
Scan 7,
Smog,
Unrelated Segments,
Bluetip,
Crash Course in Science,
The Monochrome Set,
Scott Walker,
Ronnie Foster,
Andrew Hill,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sarah Menescal,
Con Funk Shun,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Audionom,
The Blackbyrds,
The Moleskins,
Marine Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Silicon Teens,
Excepter,
Q65,
FM Einheit,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Cramps,
Pylon,
New Age Steppers,
Warren Ellis,
Negative Approach,
Stereo Dub,
Yellowson,
Los Fastidios,
Peter & Gordon,
Essential Logic,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Soft Cell,
The Smoke,
Pagans,
Hot Snakes,
Anthony Braxton,
Banda Bassotti,
Eric B and Rakim,
Quando Quango,
Nico,
Kas Product,
Tres Demented,
Thee Headcoats,
The Stooges,
Curtis Mayfield,
Y Pants,
Patti Smith,
Hoover,
JFA,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.