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 Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the funk 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
The Names,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pylon,
Visage,
Boogie Down Productions,
Davy DMX,
Los Fastidios,
Tropical Tobacco,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rufus Thomas,
John Cale,
Nik Kershaw,
Minnie Riperton,
the Sonics,
Peter & Gordon,
Unrelated Segments,
Heaven 17,
The Moody Blues,
Sun City Girls,
Alison Limerick,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Boredoms,
Gang Green,
Echospace,
Erykah Badu,
Archie Shepp,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
A Certain Ratio,
Altered Images,
Curtis Mayfield,
a-ha,
Pagans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Robert Görl,
The Busters,
Lucky Dragons,
Albert Ayler,
Godley & Creme,
Sixth Finger,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lower 48,
Supertramp,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Young Rascals,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Yazoo,
Easy Going,
Soulsonic Force,
H. Thieme,
The Moleskins,
Franke,
Liliput,
Drexciya,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Pretty Things,
Spandau Ballet,
Soft Cell,
The Gories,
Qualms,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.