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 Kosovo and from Taipei.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
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 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 Michael McDonald 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 Essential Logic to the disco 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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Deadbeat,
Ultravox,
Joyce Sims,
Maleditus Sound,
The Toasters,
Mantronix,
Wire,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Alton Ellis,
The Remains,
Chris & Cosey,
John Holt,
Gang Gang Dance,
Yusef Lateef,
The Gladiators,
Roger Hodgson,
The Slackers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Electric Prunes,
Altered Images,
Cheater Slicks,
Deakin,
Agent Orange,
Blossom Toes,
kango's stein massive,
Thompson Twins,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Wake,
Main Source,
Harmonia,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Matthew Bourne,
This Heat,
The Birthday Party,
Crash Course in Science,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kool Moe Dee,
Moss Icon,
Royal Trux,
Traffic Nightmare,
Erykah Badu,
The American Breed,
Groovy Waters,
Cameo,
Derrick Morgan,
Yazoo,
Anakelly,
The Index,
Swans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Chris Corsano,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scan 7,
Saccharine Trust,
Pantaleimon,
Slave,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.