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 Sri Lanka and from Salvador.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Duran Duran to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Malaria!,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lindisfarne,
Motorama,
Alton Ellis,
The Neon Judgement,
Banda Bassotti,
Avey Tare,
The Invisible,
Sonic Youth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Index,
Angry Samoans,
Barbara Tucker,
Unwound,
Ultra Naté,
Alice Coltrane,
the Soft Cell,
Quantec,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rites of Spring,
Rekid,
X-101,
Donny Hathaway,
Toni Rubio,
Tommy Roe,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Victims,
Tim Buckley,
Eric B and Rakim,
EPMD,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Slits,
Oblivians,
Rapeman,
Country Teasers,
The Mojo Men,
Roxette,
Lakeside,
Visage,
The Stooges,
Franke,
The Count Five,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gong,
Marine Girls,
Darondo,
The Kinks,
Q and Not U,
Rod Modell,
Flipper,
Scott Walker,
Hoover,
This Heat,
Morten Harket,
Bill Near,
Joe Finger,
Skarface,
Throbbing Gristle,
Glenn Branca,
Alphaville,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.