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 Algeria and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Can to the jazz 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Malaria!,
Faust,
Yazoo,
Khruangbin,
Nils Olav,
Black Sheep,
Audionom,
Sun City Girls,
the Normal,
Qualms,
Royal Trux,
The Blues Magoos,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Monochrome Set,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bad Manners,
The Gap Band,
Nirvana,
Pulsallama,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Freddie Wadling,
The Sound,
Brass Construction,
Alison Limerick,
Warren Ellis,
Ludus,
Chris & Cosey,
Adolescents,
Von Mondo,
Johnny Clarke,
E-Dancer,
Blancmange,
Ronan,
Peter and Kerry,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Soft Cell,
Easy Going,
Scratch Acid,
Amon Düül,
Nik Kershaw,
Pylon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Unrelated Segments,
Curtis Mayfield,
Minnie Riperton,
Robert Görl,
Todd Rundgren,
John Foxx,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ultra Naté,
Archie Shepp,
Whodini,
Minny Pops,
Bob Dylan,
Sight & Sound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marc Almond,
Echospace,
Darondo,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.