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 Suriname and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 JFA to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Lou Christie,
Barrington Levy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pussy Galore,
Bizarre Inc.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Motions,
Gang Gang Dance,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Magma,
China Crisis,
Index,
Girls At Our Best!,
Blossom Toes,
the Normal,
Man Parrish,
Ponytail,
Matthew Bourne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cheater Slicks,
Drexciya,
The Monks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jacques Brel,
Swans,
Nirvana,
The Knickerbockers,
Popol Vuh,
Arthur Verocai,
Chris Corsano,
Marc Almond,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Beau Brummels,
Davy DMX,
The Fugs,
Mission of Burma,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Arab on Radar,
Wolf Eyes,
Cecil Taylor,
Urselle,
The Mummies,
Andrew Hill,
Gichy Dan,
Heaven 17,
Pet Shop Boys,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Freddie Wadling,
Interpol,
Amazonics,
Porter Ricks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Invisible,
Massinfluence,
Alison Limerick,
Carl Craig,
Sparks,
The Names,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.