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 United States and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the rap 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Monks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Agent Orange,
Johnny Osbourne,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ultravox,
Patti Smith,
Funky Four + One,
Pylon,
Faust,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Five Americans,
Nirvana,
Au Pairs,
Matthew Bourne,
La Düsseldorf,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eli Mardock,
Depeche Mode,
Amon Düül,
Yaz,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Stooges,
Shuggie Otis,
Gang Gang Dance,
Henry Cow,
Slick Rick,
Bad Manners,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Deepchord,
Anthony Braxton,
Chrome,
Mad Mike,
Half Japanese,
David McCallum,
Iggy Pop,
T.S.O.L.,
The Index,
The Black Dice,
Kayak,
Kurtis Blow,
Cybotron,
Nils Olav,
Amon Düül II,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Darondo,
L. Decosne,
Quadrant,
Stetsasonic,
These Immortal Souls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Toasters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Smoke,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Alice Coltrane,
Severed Heads,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.