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 Maldives and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar 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 Ohio Players 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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Silicon Teens,
Henry Cow,
the Human League,
Althea and Donna,
Fluxion,
ABBA,
Essential Logic,
Patti Smith,
The Monochrome Set,
Lalann,
La Düsseldorf,
Bush Tetras,
Franke,
Ken Boothe,
The Index,
Main Source,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ossler,
Dual Sessions,
Albert Ayler,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mark Hollis,
Susan Cadogan,
Royal Trux,
Banda Bassotti,
The Names,
Ituana,
Wings,
Tim Buckley,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Country Teasers,
Ice-T,
The Smoke,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scott Walker,
Soft Cell,
Freddie Wadling,
Scratch Acid,
The Five Americans,
Pagans,
FM Einheit,
The Stooges,
Soul II Soul,
Young Marble Giants,
Monolake,
Warsaw,
Goldenarms,
Moebius,
Ralphi Rosario,
a-ha,
The Sound,
Bill Near,
The Seeds,
Vladislav Delay,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Moon,
The Walker Brothers,
Chris & Cosey,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.