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 Slovakia and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Neu! to the rock 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Roger Hodgson,
Livin' Joy,
Marmalade,
The Birthday Party,
Fela Kuti,
The Doors,
The Stooges,
Terrestrial Tones,
Stereo Dub,
Moss Icon,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sugar Minott,
The Pop Group,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nico,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The J.B.'s,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wings,
Scratch Acid,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang Gang Dance,
Procol Harum,
Faust,
Ken Boothe,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ice-T,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Can,
Icehouse,
Liliput,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marvin Gaye,
Joensuu 1685,
The Black Dice,
Cecil Taylor,
Mr. Review,
U.S. Maple,
Marshall Jefferson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crispian St. Peters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Cure,
Sun Ra,
Absolute Body Control,
New Age Steppers,
Alphaville,
Crash Course in Science,
Surgeon,
Bluetip,
MC5,
Scrapy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Chris Corsano,
The Toasters,
Adolescents,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.