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 Laos and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum 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 Nik Kershaw to the electroclash 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Roger Hodgson,
Amazonics,
Ultravox,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bronski Beat,
Nas,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Television Personalities,
Neil Young,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sällskapet,
The Pop Group,
Godley & Creme,
MDC,
Zapp,
The Gories,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Vainqueur,
The Sound,
the Soft Cell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Buckinghams,
Howard Jones,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
New Order,
Newcleus,
Jandek,
Sam Rivers,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Alison Limerick,
The Evens,
Maleditus Sound,
The Misunderstood,
Erasure,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Doors,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lightning Bolt,
Eurythmics,
Radiohead,
Qualms,
The Dirtbombs,
Alphaville,
F. McDonald,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Junior Murvin,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Severed Heads,
The Barracudas,
Shuggie Otis,
Stereo Dub,
Rhythm & Sound,
Main Source,
Inner City,
The Fall,
Cluster,
Bobby Womack,
Drexciya,
The Motions,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.