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 Congo and from Portland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Josef K to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Shuggie Otis,
Brothers Johnson,
The Remains,
Popol Vuh,
Q and Not U,
Wire,
The Cramps,
cv313,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Metal Thangz,
the Slits,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Terry Callier,
Quando Quango,
Visage,
Flamin' Groovies,
Stiv Bators,
Arcadia,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Suburban Knight,
Thompson Twins,
Jacques Brel,
The Five Americans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Brick,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Angels of Light,
Ultra Naté,
Rod Modell,
Marc Almond,
Sight & Sound,
Joyce Sims,
The American Breed,
Magma,
Bronski Beat,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Archie Shepp,
Arab on Radar,
DNA,
Skriet,
The Durutti Column,
Depeche Mode,
Y Pants,
Yellowson,
Nils Olav,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scratch Acid,
The Kinks,
Jerry's Kids,
Minutemen,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
U.S. Maple,
Joey Negro,
Leonard Cohen,
Oneida,
Peter and Kerry,
The Evens,
X-Ray Spex,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.