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 Belgium and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 X-102 to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Faraquet,
The Busters,
Aloha Tigers,
Warren Ellis,
Robert Hood,
Nils Olav,
Swell Maps,
Bobby Womack,
The New Christs,
PIL,
Simply Red,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
10cc,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
DJ Sneak,
Ultravox,
The Martian,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Whodini,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Zero Boys,
Patti Smith,
Marine Girls,
Interpol,
Ituana,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bootsy Collins,
Radio Birdman,
Skriet,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Absolute Body Control,
Television,
The Evens,
Ice-T,
The Gories,
Qualms,
Monks,
Joe Finger,
The Birthday Party,
Mark Hollis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Harmonia,
Sonic Youth,
Donny Hathaway,
Flash Fearless,
The Fortunes,
Radiohead,
Lightning Bolt,
Henry Cow,
Janne Schatter,
Sparks,
The Raincoats,
Stetsasonic,
Ponytail,
Pylon,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.