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 Panama and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer 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 Trumans Water to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scientists,
Tomorrow,
Gerry Rafferty,
Vladislav Delay,
Ossler,
Mark Hollis,
Matthew Bourne,
Lou Reed,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Jacob Miller,
The Monochrome Set,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Marvin Gaye,
The Standells,
Gastr Del Sol,
Spoonie Gee,
DNA,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Neon Judgement,
Roxy Music,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ice-T,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fire Engines,
Khruangbin,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Mojo Men,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hoover,
Davy DMX,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rotary Connection,
Roy Ayers,
Whodini,
Arcadia,
Zapp,
Ornette Coleman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kool Moe Dee,
Matthew Halsall,
Rod Modell,
Television Personalities,
ABC,
Trumans Water,
Barry Ungar,
Bronski Beat,
R.M.O.,
Ultimate Spinach,
Au Pairs,
Kerri Chandler,
Buzzcocks,
Jawbox,
The United States of America,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Clear Light,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ronan,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.