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 Oman and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Supertramp to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Terry Callier,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Cale,
Donald Byrd,
Peter & Gordon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mr. Review,
Can,
The Leaves,
Stetsasonic,
Camouflage,
the Swans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Modern Lovers,
Royal Trux,
T. Rex,
Kayak,
ABC,
The Raincoats,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Easy Going,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tom Boy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pantaleimon,
Man Parrish,
China Crisis,
Cameo,
Cymande,
Boz Scaggs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Sonics,
The Slackers,
The Offenders,
Los Fastidios,
Rod Modell,
Unrelated Segments,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Blossom Toes,
The Monks,
Derrick May,
Rapeman,
Q and Not U,
Gang of Four,
The Dirtbombs,
the Soft Cell,
Glenn Branca,
Blancmange,
John Holt,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Maurizio,
The Human League,
Agent Orange,
Index,
The Birthday Party,
Oneida,
Von Mondo,
Todd Terry,
Neu!,
LL Cool J,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.