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 Guinea-Bissau and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Barclay James Harvest to the grunge 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Stiv Bators,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ituana,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Warsaw,
Gabor Szabo,
Los Fastidios,
Radio Birdman,
The Index,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Blake Baxter,
Inner City,
Aloha Tigers,
Y Pants,
Peter & Gordon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Barry Ungar,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rufus Thomas,
Buzzcocks,
Siglo XX,
Toni Rubio,
Erasure,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Con Funk Shun,
Massinfluence,
MDC,
Joe Finger,
Chrome,
Banda Bassotti,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Can,
Outsiders,
Bobby Womack,
The Red Krayola,
Roger Hodgson,
Aswad,
Youth Brigade,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ten City,
Laurel Aitken,
48th St. Collective,
The Durutti Column,
Soul II Soul,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Dave Clark Five,
Thee Headcoats,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eddi Front,
Aaron Thompson,
Duran Duran,
Howard Jones,
Television Personalities,
Sixth Finger,
Nico,
Magma,
The Birthday Party,
The Monochrome Set,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.