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 Mongolia and from Columbus.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joyce Sims,
Altered Images,
The Searchers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
David McCallum,
The Buckinghams,
the Germs,
New York Dolls,
Leonard Cohen,
The Count Five,
The Detroit Cobras,
James White and The Blacks,
Donny Hathaway,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rotary Connection,
Severed Heads,
Spoonie Gee,
Byron Stingily,
Judy Mowatt,
Subhumans,
Au Pairs,
Cameo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Interpol,
Rekid,
Cluster,
Marcia Griffiths,
Oneida,
Todd Terry,
The Knickerbockers,
David Bowie,
Aswad,
Zapp,
Sugar Minott,
Skriet,
Urselle,
Funky Four + One,
Icehouse,
Negative Approach,
Country Teasers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Victims,
The Blues Magoos,
The Doobie Brothers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kaleidoscope,
The Happenings,
Talk Talk,
The American Breed,
Khruangbin,
Das Ding,
The Smoke,
Janne Schatter,
Lower 48,
Sandy B,
Lightning Bolt,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.