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 Burkina and from Madrid.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 The American Breed to the disco 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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joyce Sims,
Al Stewart,
Michelle Simonal,
Leonard Cohen,
Essential Logic,
Mad Mike,
Cybotron,
The Flesh Eaters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Audionom,
Smog,
Juan Atkins,
Spoonie Gee,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Chris & Cosey,
Zapp,
Marmalade,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Barracudas,
Schoolly D,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Moody Blues,
Carl Craig,
Vladislav Delay,
Skarface,
Pantytec,
Boredoms,
Angry Samoans,
Electric Prunes,
Thompson Twins,
the Normal,
Thee Headcoats,
The Grass Roots,
Youth Brigade,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Negative Approach,
Ultravox,
Warsaw,
Aural Exciters,
The Pretty Things,
Buzzcocks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jacques Brel,
Ronan,
Bush Tetras,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Skaos,
Bob Dylan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rod Modell,
Model 500,
Tomorrow,
Gang Green,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.