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 Australia and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Con Funk Shun to the techno 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Bill Wells,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Bananas,
DNA,
The Misunderstood,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Reuben Wilson,
John Cale,
Pussy Galore,
Bobby Byrd,
Infiniti,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Gap Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
La Düsseldorf,
Neu!,
Sister Nancy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wire,
Slick Rick,
Pantaleimon,
Minor Threat,
Motorama,
Scratch Acid,
Joey Negro,
Symarip,
Fort Wilson Riot,
These Immortal Souls,
Slave,
Sexual Harrassment,
Matthew Bourne,
the Soft Cell,
The Neon Judgement,
Faraquet,
Juan Atkins,
New York Dolls,
Sonic Youth,
The Monochrome Set,
Cal Tjader,
Eve St. Jones,
The Skatalites,
Supertramp,
Intrusion,
Donny Hathaway,
Big Daddy Kane,
EPMD,
Gong,
Newcleus,
The Victims,
Angry Samoans,
Joe Finger,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Spoonie Gee,
Camouflage,
Marshall Jefferson,
Godley & Creme,
Cluster,
Sandy B,
Chris Corsano,
Chris & Cosey,
Circle Jerks,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.