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 Guinea 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 Milan.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 ABC to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ronan,
Infiniti,
Girls At Our Best!,
Thee Headcoats,
The J.B.'s,
The Selecter,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Liliput,
The Gladiators,
Oneida,
Bauhaus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Neu!,
Can,
Technova,
Warsaw,
Monolake,
Crash Course in Science,
The Moody Blues,
Lindisfarne,
Sex Pistols,
Scott Walker,
K-Klass,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bang On A Can,
The Gories,
Traffic Nightmare,
Erykah Badu,
Wolf Eyes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Holt,
Bob Dylan,
Das Ding,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Pretty Things,
Joe Finger,
Scratch Acid,
Brick,
Quadrant,
Ornette Coleman,
Camouflage,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Skatalites,
Los Fastidios,
Severed Heads,
Warren Ellis,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sarah Menescal,
Tim Buckley,
Tom Boy,
The Martian,
Henry Cow,
Mad Mike,
Flipper,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
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.