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 Sri Lanka and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Visage to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Magma,
The Flesh Eaters,
Letta Mbulu,
Patti Smith,
the Human League,
Pharoah Sanders,
June Days,
Dawn Penn,
Funkadelic,
The New Christs,
Essential Logic,
David Bowie,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Aswad,
Talk Talk,
The Wake,
Unwound,
Oblivians,
Gang Starr,
Al Stewart,
Avey Tare,
Marc Almond,
Livin' Joy,
Soulsonic Force,
A Flock of Seagulls,
MC5,
Eddi Front,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
These Immortal Souls,
T.S.O.L.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Archie Shepp,
The Mummies,
The Grass Roots,
Slick Rick,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
PIL,
Ituana,
Arab on Radar,
Tom Boy,
Ossler,
Ten City,
Flamin' Groovies,
Das Ding,
The Electric Prunes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fat Boys,
Camberwell Now,
Minor Threat,
Technova,
Yellowson,
Bob Dylan,
Monks,
Steve Hackett,
Erasure,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Monochrome Set,
Chrome,
H. Thieme,
DJ Sneak,
Kurtis Blow,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.