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 Bahamas and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Al Stewart to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
World's Most,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joe Finger,
Easy Going,
Godley & Creme,
Freddie Wadling,
Malaria!,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sun Ra,
The Real Kids,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Stereo Dub,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Electric Prunes,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Techniques,
Idris Muhammad,
Tres Demented,
Oneida,
Spoonie Gee,
Amon Düül,
Black Pus,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cameo,
Stetsasonic,
Neil Young,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Tremeloes,
Eddi Front,
Yaz,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Q and Not U,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Sound,
The Offenders,
Masters at Work,
E-Dancer,
Radiopuhelimet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Vladislav Delay,
David Bowie,
Basic Channel,
Mantronix,
John Coltrane,
Dennis Brown,
Bush Tetras,
Leonard Cohen,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Davy DMX,
Maleditus Sound,
Lyres,
Procol Harum,
The Modern Lovers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Urselle,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Boredoms,
ABBA,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.