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 Korea South and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord 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 Technova to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Metal Thangz,
Jeff Lynne,
Harmonia,
Soft Machine,
Skarface,
B.T. Express,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Television,
The Birthday Party,
Patti Smith,
The Offenders,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gang of Four,
the Soft Cell,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ultimate Spinach,
Accadde A,
The Young Rascals,
Oblivians,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Vladislav Delay,
The Dave Clark Five,
Warren Ellis,
Dead Boys,
Howard Jones,
Nirvana,
Lalo Schifrin,
Monks,
Rapeman,
Essential Logic,
ABC,
Sister Nancy,
The New Christs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Byron Stingily,
The Gap Band,
Lindisfarne,
Robert Wyatt,
Cabaret Voltaire,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Beau Brummels,
Tommy Roe,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Blackbyrds,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Normal,
T. Rex,
The Black Dice,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Japan,
New Order,
Bluetip,
The Real Kids,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Animal Collective,
Stockholm Monsters,
Massinfluence,
Kool Moe Dee,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.