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 Austria and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 David Bowie to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ken Boothe,
World's Most,
Q and Not U,
Agent Orange,
Flash Fearless,
Cybotron,
Steve Hackett,
CMW,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tubeway Army,
Isaac Hayes,
Rotary Connection,
L. Decosne,
The Count Five,
Porter Ricks,
Soft Cell,
The Knickerbockers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mission of Burma,
Carl Craig,
New Age Steppers,
Little Man,
Section 25,
Inner City,
Siglo XX,
Y Pants,
Pole,
Roxette,
The Seeds,
Moby Grape,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nirvana,
Heaven 17,
The Raincoats,
Tim Buckley,
Stiv Bators,
T. Rex,
The Alarm Clocks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Cure,
Minnie Riperton,
The Velvet Underground,
The J.B.'s,
Goldenarms,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marcia Griffiths,
Procol Harum,
Severed Heads,
The Mighty Diamonds,
La Düsseldorf,
Ice-T,
The Gap Band,
Minutemen,
Fear,
The Fortunes,
Subhumans,
Zapp,
10cc,
Janne Schatter,
The Blues Magoos,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.