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 Cameroon and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Victims to the disco 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Oblivians,
Y Pants,
X-101,
Crooked Eye,
Circle Jerks,
Sonic Youth,
Flash Fearless,
Joyce Sims,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tommy Roe,
Kaleidoscope,
The Leaves,
Gang Starr,
Marc Almond,
John Holt,
The Blackbyrds,
The Toasters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sight & Sound,
The Searchers,
Eli Mardock,
T. Rex,
Sixth Finger,
Soul II Soul,
Interpol,
Juan Atkins,
Donny Hathaway,
Minor Threat,
David Bowie,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sexual Harrassment,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Yaz,
Agitation Free,
ABC,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Neu!,
The Busters,
Main Source,
New Order,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Brick,
The Martian,
Chris & Cosey,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Siglo XX,
Rosa Yemen,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Fire Engines,
Faust,
Dorothy Ashby,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Golliwogs,
Nas,
Prince Buster,
Subhumans,
The Happenings,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Seeds,
The Moody Blues,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.