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 Finland and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 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 The Durutti Column to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Jacques Brel,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cheater Slicks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Index,
Lindisfarne,
The Martian,
Bobby Womack,
Blancmange,
Reagan Youth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Boredoms,
Soft Cell,
Amazonics,
Roy Ayers,
Easy Going,
X-101,
The Dead C,
Technova,
Joey Negro,
Fatback Band,
Talk Talk,
The Slits,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Monochrome Set,
Eric B and Rakim,
ABBA,
Outsiders,
Organ,
Niagra,
The Cramps,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Blues Magoos,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Country Joe & The Fish,
EPMD,
Popol Vuh,
Q and Not U,
R.M.O.,
Bobby Sherman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lower 48,
Inner City,
Black Sheep,
The Last Poets,
Oblivians,
Soulsonic Force,
The Modern Lovers,
The Sound,
Saccharine Trust,
Country Teasers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cluster,
The Wake,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Matthew Halsall,
The Mojo Men,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.