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 Nepal and from Delhi.
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 Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Robert Palmer 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 The Gun Club to the jazz 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five 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 a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Bronski Beat,
Young Marble Giants,
OOIOO,
ABBA,
Trumans Water,
Wally Richardson,
Eden Ahbez,
Pagans,
Stetsasonic,
the Soft Cell,
Jacob Miller,
Chris Corsano,
Pierre Henry,
48th St. Collective,
Juan Atkins,
Man Parrish,
The Walker Brothers,
Eric Copeland,
The Offenders,
Barry Ungar,
Circle Jerks,
Derrick Morgan,
Donny Hathaway,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Negative Approach,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ice-T,
Slick Rick,
The Sonics,
Davy DMX,
Stereo Dub,
Funkadelic,
Supertramp,
The Cramps,
Faust,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Human League,
Kevin Saunderson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Birthday Party,
Frankie Knuckles,
Anakelly,
The Index,
Scott Walker,
The Remains,
Public Image Ltd.,
Aural Exciters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Terrestrial Tones,
Grey Daturas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pylon,
Moebius,
Pantytec,
T.S.O.L.,
Alphaville,
Boredoms,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.