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 Nigeria and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Das Ding to the disco 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Jesper Dahlback,
This Heat,
Isaac Hayes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sun Ra,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Das Ding,
Byron Stingily,
Joe Finger,
Frankie Knuckles,
Newcleus,
The Fugs,
X-102,
a-ha,
Joe Smooth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Tremeloes,
The Saints,
Rotary Connection,
Girls At Our Best!,
Zapp,
Slick Rick,
Sexual Harrassment,
Alphaville,
Bang On A Can,
Lee Hazlewood,
David McCallum,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fire Engines,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eric Copeland,
Monolake,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Human League,
June Days,
Kurtis Blow,
The Misunderstood,
The Monochrome Set,
Danielle Patucci,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Erasure,
Dawn Penn,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lyres,
Pole,
Derrick Morgan,
Tres Demented,
Country Teasers,
Livin' Joy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Drive Like Jehu,
T.S.O.L.,
Alison Limerick,
Deadbeat,
The Seeds,
The Moleskins,
Second Layer,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Buzzcocks,
John Holt,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.