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 Andorra and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
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 theremin 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the jazz 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Q65,
the Germs,
The Cramps,
Franke,
10cc,
Underground Resistance,
The Buckinghams,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Pretty Things,
Ohio Players,
Crooked Eye,
Nas,
Robert Hood,
Archie Shepp,
The Durutti Column,
The Move,
Scion,
Eddi Front,
The Cowsills,
Sparks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Little Man,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Avey Tare,
the Slits,
Bluetip,
The Moody Blues,
DJ Sneak,
The Offenders,
the Sonics,
Nirvana,
Half Japanese,
Easy Going,
a-ha,
Nils Olav,
Faraquet,
Sun Ra,
Sam Rivers,
Minor Threat,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
E-Dancer,
Popol Vuh,
The Misunderstood,
Depeche Mode,
Electric Prunes,
Khruangbin,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fear,
Pere Ubu,
The Toasters,
The Seeds,
Gichy Dan,
In Retrospect,
Piero Umiliani,
The Smiths,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.