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 Greece and from Taipei.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mandrill to the electroclash 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Wasted Youth,
Japan,
Ponytail,
Ice-T,
F. McDonald,
New York Dolls,
Arab on Radar,
Vainqueur,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lower 48,
Ultra Naté,
Deepchord,
Mantronix,
Black Flag,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Second Layer,
The Names,
48th St. Collective,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Pus,
the Human League,
Public Enemy,
Vladislav Delay,
Lakeside,
Alphaville,
Robert Wyatt,
The Angels of Light,
Agent Orange,
June Days,
Circle Jerks,
Joy Division,
Anthony Braxton,
Derrick Morgan,
Pantytec,
Iggy Pop,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kas Product,
Excepter,
The Detroit Cobras,
Alton Ellis,
Soft Cell,
The Litter,
Warsaw,
X-Ray Spex,
Zapp,
Soft Machine,
Gang Green,
The Fall,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
ABC,
Moby Grape,
Joey Negro,
Newcleus,
Lou Christie,
The Monks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lungfish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jeff Lynne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.