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 Croatia and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar 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 Scion to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Liliput,
Soft Cell,
Danielle Patucci,
The Star Department,
The Dirtbombs,
Soulsonic Force,
Skaos,
Dark Day,
Khruangbin,
Angry Samoans,
The Gap Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Average White Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Blake Baxter,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Human League,
The Standells,
Bill Wells,
Eric Copeland,
The Angels of Light,
Crispy Ambulance,
Shoche,
Joe Smooth,
The Selecter,
Marc Almond,
Reagan Youth,
The Moleskins,
MC5,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Wake,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tears for Fears,
Boredoms,
Rod Modell,
The Dave Clark Five,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bizarre Inc.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The J.B.'s,
Althea and Donna,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Victims,
Slave,
K-Klass,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Last Poets,
Bang On A Can,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rites of Spring,
Supertramp,
Roger Hodgson,
Yellowson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Red Krayola,
Can,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Robert Hood,
Metal Thangz,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.