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 Micronesia and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 cv313 to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Nik Kershaw,
Hot Snakes,
Angry Samoans,
Unrelated Segments,
Robert Wyatt,
Loose Ends,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soft Cell,
FM Einheit,
Livin' Joy,
Swell Maps,
Ponytail,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Monks,
Donald Byrd,
Electric Prunes,
Gang Starr,
Carl Craig,
Scratch Acid,
The New Christs,
The Motions,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Donny Hathaway,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Derrick May,
Oblivians,
Thompson Twins,
the Sonics,
Terrestrial Tones,
Michelle Simonal,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pole,
Ice-T,
Johnny Osbourne,
Echospace,
Bronski Beat,
Skaos,
Sight & Sound,
a-ha,
Bauhaus,
Albert Ayler,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rites of Spring,
The Evens,
Josef K,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Busters,
cv313,
Marmalade,
Banda Bassotti,
Joyce Sims,
Black Flag,
Max Romeo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Organ,
Wolf Eyes,
Wasted Youth,
These Immortal Souls,
Soulsonic Force,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.