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 Estonia and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 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 The Invisible to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Leonard Cohen,
Livin' Joy,
Wally Richardson,
The Five Americans,
Blancmange,
Bizarre Inc.,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Bar-Kays,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bauhaus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
MDC,
Erykah Badu,
Yusef Lateef,
The Mojo Men,
Slick Rick,
Joe Finger,
Quadrant,
Cybotron,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Graham Central Station,
Eve St. Jones,
The Standells,
Liliput,
New York Dolls,
Eric Dolphy,
Silicon Teens,
Sällskapet,
Boz Scaggs,
EPMD,
DNA,
The Toasters,
Lindisfarne,
Deakin,
Subhumans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Drexciya,
Roxette,
Pere Ubu,
Andrew Hill,
Stetsasonic,
The Cramps,
Kaleidoscope,
Essential Logic,
Reuben Wilson,
Vainqueur,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Delon & Dalcan,
Warren Ellis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ken Boothe,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lyres,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tim Buckley,
A Certain Ratio,
Organ,
Robert Wyatt,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.