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 Madagascar and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Blancmange to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Grauzone,
Skriet,
Scion,
Junior Murvin,
Marine Girls,
Make Up,
Section 25,
Suburban Knight,
Babytalk,
Byron Stingily,
LL Cool J,
Brick,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
K-Klass,
Bill Near,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gong,
Symarip,
The Standells,
Yellowson,
Desert Stars,
Scan 7,
Deepchord,
Max Romeo,
Black Flag,
Howard Jones,
Rekid,
Soft Machine,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Soft Cell,
Kevin Saunderson,
World's Most,
Ponytail,
Scott Walker,
Quantec,
Mantronix,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Panda Bear,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Invisible,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Youth Brigade,
The Toasters,
The Barracudas,
Deakin,
Wally Richardson,
John Foxx,
Jacob Miller,
Oblivians,
R.M.O.,
Liliput,
Surgeon,
Radio Birdman,
Anakelly,
The Fuzztones,
Intrusion,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Inner City,
The Gladiators,
Japan,
The Vogues,
John Cale,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.