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 Somalia and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Donald Byrd to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
T. Rex,
Faraquet,
Yazoo,
Warren Ellis,
The Count Five,
Faust,
Skaos,
Kayak,
Carl Craig,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sparks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Reagan Youth,
The Walker Brothers,
Severed Heads,
Liliput,
Pantaleimon,
The American Breed,
The Detroit Cobras,
Negative Approach,
Morten Harket,
Pierre Henry,
Roxette,
World's Most,
Bronski Beat,
Soft Machine,
FM Einheit,
Delta 5,
The Techniques,
Stereo Dub,
Swans,
Terry Callier,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crime,
Das Ding,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roger Hodgson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Qualms,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marcia Griffiths,
Second Layer,
Todd Terry,
Camouflage,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Swans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Desert Stars,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Quantec,
H. Thieme,
The Cramps,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cluster,
Smog,
The Kinks,
The Gun Club,
Altered Images,
These Immortal Souls,
Essential Logic,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.