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 Morocco and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Michael McDonald 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 Can to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sun City Girls,
D'Angelo,
Janne Schatter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bob Dylan,
Amon Düül,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Au Pairs,
Khruangbin,
Little Man,
The Tremeloes,
Black Sheep,
Sonic Youth,
Intrusion,
Bobby Sherman,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Q and Not U,
Eric Copeland,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joe Finger,
The Fuzztones,
Lakeside,
Steve Hackett,
Schoolly D,
The Associates,
Sällskapet,
Nils Olav,
Camberwell Now,
The Vogues,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roxette,
The Black Dice,
Alton Ellis,
The New Christs,
Wire,
Eric Dolphy,
John Coltrane,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Neil Young,
The Buckinghams,
Nick Fraelich,
KRS-One,
Country Teasers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Invisible,
Bluetip,
Rekid,
Infiniti,
Leonard Cohen,
David McCallum,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Searchers,
Tres Demented,
Popol Vuh,
Kaleidoscope,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Moody Blues,
Wasted Youth,
48th St. Collective,
Pere Ubu,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.