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 Gabon and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bill Near to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Deepchord,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lou Reed,
Agitation Free,
The Modern Lovers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Kinks,
Minnie Riperton,
Harmonia,
Tropical Tobacco,
Circle Jerks,
Metal Thangz,
Pole,
Echospace,
Nick Fraelich,
The Moody Blues,
The Moleskins,
Franke,
The Five Americans,
Swell Maps,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marc Almond,
Average White Band,
Carl Craig,
Robert Wyatt,
Nas,
the Slits,
Brothers Johnson,
Half Japanese,
Babytalk,
Depeche Mode,
Maleditus Sound,
Saccharine Trust,
Wally Richardson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dead Boys,
Reagan Youth,
Brass Construction,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Piero Umiliani,
Eden Ahbez,
Johnny Clarke,
Hot Snakes,
Public Enemy,
Cal Tjader,
the Normal,
The New Christs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Cramps,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Mojo Men,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Easy Going,
the Human League,
Sandy B,
Roxy Music,
ABBA,
Second Layer,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roxette,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.