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 Yemen and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb 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 The Standells to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Index,
Brothers Johnson,
Vladislav Delay,
Soulsonic Force,
Derrick Morgan,
Stetsasonic,
One Last Wish,
Warsaw,
Circle Jerks,
Ituana,
The Saints,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
E-Dancer,
Blake Baxter,
Cheater Slicks,
DJ Sneak,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
H. Thieme,
Tropical Tobacco,
T. Rex,
Lucky Dragons,
Wolf Eyes,
CMW,
Organ,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gerry Rafferty,
Country Teasers,
Fugazi,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Neil Young,
Bush Tetras,
Al Stewart,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Pretty Things,
Junior Murvin,
Y Pants,
The Young Rascals,
The Fortunes,
New Order,
Little Man,
U.S. Maple,
Ronan,
Groovy Waters,
Nico,
Newcleus,
Deadbeat,
Ludus,
Grauzone,
AZ,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Happenings,
In Retrospect,
Talk Talk,
Thee Headcoats,
Visage,
Thompson Twins,
Joe Smooth,
Nick Fraelich,
Idris Muhammad,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.