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 Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro 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 Goldenarms to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Juan Atkins,
The American Breed,
The Residents,
A Certain Ratio,
Amon Düül II,
Main Source,
The Kinks,
Smog,
Television Personalities,
Mo-Dettes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Buckinghams,
L. Decosne,
Monolake,
Ohio Players,
Icehouse,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rites of Spring,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Danielle Patucci,
Stockholm Monsters,
Silicon Teens,
Sam Rivers,
Outsiders,
Saccharine Trust,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Clear Light,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Quantec,
Deepchord,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Connie Case,
Symarip,
Lungfish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kas Product,
Fugazi,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ralphi Rosario,
Angry Samoans,
The Barracudas,
Girls At Our Best!,
Warren Ellis,
Black Pus,
The Gap Band,
Sugar Minott,
Duran Duran,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roy Ayers,
Eddi Front,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Janne Schatter,
Chrome,
The Selecter,
The Pretty Things,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Alphaville,
Robert Görl,
Grey Daturas,
the Normal,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.