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 Romania and from Spokane.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum 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 Fat Boys to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Warren Ellis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mark Hollis,
Chrome,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marmalade,
New Age Steppers,
Warsaw,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joensuu 1685,
Joy Division,
Vladislav Delay,
World's Most,
Reuben Wilson,
The Cowsills,
Andrew Hill,
Sixth Finger,
Johnny Clarke,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scan 7,
Dave Gahan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Funky Four + One,
Monolake,
Sun Ra,
Anakelly,
Stiv Bators,
Roxette,
Isaac Hayes,
Motorama,
Dead Boys,
Audionom,
Royal Trux,
Black Moon,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Monochrome Set,
The Busters,
Donald Byrd,
The Toasters,
Simply Red,
Bush Tetras,
Gichy Dan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Maleditus Sound,
Tubeway Army,
Byron Stingily,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
FM Einheit,
Chris & Cosey,
Brick,
Steve Hackett,
Aswad,
Niagra,
The Misunderstood,
Rhythm & Sound,
Icehouse,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eddi Front,
Hasil Adkins,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.