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 Nauru 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Black Pus to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Visage,
Pierre Henry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Can,
Mission of Burma,
Mr. Review,
Arab on Radar,
The Golliwogs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Icehouse,
Archie Shepp,
Electric Prunes,
Bobby Womack,
Alison Limerick,
The Monks,
The Human League,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Unrelated Segments,
The Beau Brummels,
The Birthday Party,
Faust,
Rotary Connection,
The Real Kids,
Jerry's Kids,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gang of Four,
T.S.O.L.,
Marshall Jefferson,
Alphaville,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lower 48,
Wasted Youth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Raincoats,
Los Fastidios,
Au Pairs,
The Modern Lovers,
Eric B and Rakim,
A Certain Ratio,
X-102,
Audionom,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
L. Decosne,
OOIOO,
Piero Umiliani,
Faraquet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pole,
The Gap Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Silicon Teens,
10cc,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fire Engines,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Masters at Work,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Althea and Donna,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.