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 Moldova and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord 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 Niagra to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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 Real Kids,
Skarface,
Interpol,
Marvin Gaye,
Parry Music,
Simply Red,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The New Christs,
Deakin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Blancmange,
The Skatalites,
T. Rex,
Pagans,
The Cowsills,
Qualms,
The Litter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Infiniti,
Jerry's Kids,
Sight & Sound,
China Crisis,
Letta Mbulu,
Hasil Adkins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sun Ra,
The Sonics,
Electric Prunes,
Rosa Yemen,
Section 25,
The Residents,
Supertramp,
Smog,
Dorothy Ashby,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nas,
John Coltrane,
The American Breed,
Todd Rundgren,
H. Thieme,
JFA,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roger Hodgson,
Ponytail,
Country Teasers,
The Gladiators,
Roxette,
Television Personalities,
Deepchord,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Blake Baxter,
The Slackers,
The Busters,
Unrelated Segments,
Basic Channel,
Alison Limerick,
The Walker Brothers,
X-101,
Tom Boy,
Dawn Penn,
Television,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.