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 Afghanistan and from London.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Television to the jazz 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Bill Wells,
Basic Channel,
Donald Byrd,
Dawn Penn,
Marc Almond,
Kool Moe Dee,
Excepter,
Surgeon,
DNA,
Cecil Taylor,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rod Modell,
Stiv Bators,
Make Up,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pussy Galore,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Offenders,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fatback Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
New York Dolls,
Dave Gahan,
Electric Prunes,
Radiohead,
Technova,
Kaleidoscope,
Ultimate Spinach,
Andrew Hill,
MDC,
Albert Ayler,
Aloha Tigers,
Oblivians,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Holt,
Bronski Beat,
The Busters,
Cybotron,
Peter & Gordon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Martian,
New Order,
10cc,
Eddi Front,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fall,
Gang Starr,
Bootsy Collins,
Moby Grape,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
48th St. Collective,
Wings,
Barclay James Harvest,
Niagra,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lucky Dragons,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Zero Boys,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.