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 Seychelles and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Buzzcocks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Litter,
Nas,
The Angels of Light,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tim Buckley,
The Walker Brothers,
The Skatalites,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lakeside,
Q and Not U,
Sarah Menescal,
Glambeats Corp.,
Excepter,
Electric Prunes,
Make Up,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jacques Brel,
Desert Stars,
Fluxion,
Joey Negro,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eden Ahbez,
The Names,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Flamin' Groovies,
Heaven 17,
Marmalade,
Erykah Badu,
Bizarre Inc.,
Interpol,
The Kinks,
The Grass Roots,
The Pop Group,
The Vogues,
Johnny Clarke,
Matthew Bourne,
Minor Threat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Drexciya,
The Fortunes,
Jeff Mills,
Yazoo,
Dark Day,
Duran Duran,
Qualms,
Lalo Schifrin,
LL Cool J,
DJ Sneak,
Girls At Our Best!,
Todd Rundgren,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roxy Music,
Thompson Twins,
Siglo XX,
David Bowie,
Smog,
Harry Pussy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Icehouse,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.