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 New Zealand and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kayak to the crunk 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
LL Cool J,
Yazoo,
Banda Bassotti,
Roxy Music,
Boredoms,
The Black Dice,
The Happenings,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Inner City,
Scott Walker,
K-Klass,
Wally Richardson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wasted Youth,
The Gun Club,
Sun City Girls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Germs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lower 48,
The Doobie Brothers,
Metal Thangz,
Agitation Free,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Gladiators,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Absolute Body Control,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Monks,
The J.B.'s,
Kaleidoscope,
Underground Resistance,
Cameo,
Mad Mike,
Reagan Youth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Alphaville,
Leonard Cohen,
Gang Starr,
Can,
Bootsy Collins,
Nik Kershaw,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dawn Penn,
Groovy Waters,
Deadbeat,
Scientists,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Grauzone,
The Music Machine,
The Sonics,
Funkadelic,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fall,
The Vogues,
Stiv Bators,
Von Mondo,
MDC,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.