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 Latvia 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin 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 The Doobie Brothers to the dance 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Agitation Free,
Fear,
Joyce Sims,
Faraquet,
The Count Five,
Amazonics,
Chrome,
Darondo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Shoche,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Names,
Rufus Thomas,
Little Man,
Niagra,
Echospace,
Stiv Bators,
New Age Steppers,
China Crisis,
Derrick May,
Buzzcocks,
Q and Not U,
Radio Birdman,
ABBA,
Ohio Players,
Barrington Levy,
Mo-Dettes,
The Gun Club,
Basic Channel,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Angels of Light,
Electric Prunes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fatback Band,
David Bowie,
Circle Jerks,
Panda Bear,
Schoolly D,
Au Pairs,
Chris Corsano,
The Techniques,
Essential Logic,
Section 25,
Soul II Soul,
Jerry's Kids,
Excepter,
These Immortal Souls,
Neil Young,
Theoretical Girls,
Maleditus Sound,
Faust,
Roxy Music,
Bronski Beat,
Sex Pistols,
The Fire Engines,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mark Hollis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.