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 Ecuador and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
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 guitar 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 Warren Ellis to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Minor Threat,
Jacques Brel,
Minutemen,
Robert Hood,
Visage,
the Soft Cell,
H. Thieme,
the Swans,
Kool Moe Dee,
June of 44,
Popol Vuh,
Cecil Taylor,
The American Breed,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sister Nancy,
Model 500,
The Evens,
Skaos,
Mandrill,
Minny Pops,
Tubeway Army,
Andrew Hill,
Funkadelic,
Radiopuhelimet,
E-Dancer,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Radio Birdman,
Flash Fearless,
Faraquet,
Youth Brigade,
Jeff Mills,
Parry Music,
Mission of Burma,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Buzzcocks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kenny Larkin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobby Womack,
The Count Five,
Pylon,
Monks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Audionom,
Bob Dylan,
Spoonie Gee,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Slits,
Arcadia,
Mary Jane Girls,
ABBA,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nick Fraelich,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joensuu 1685,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Massinfluence,
Desert Stars,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Seeds,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.