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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Nick Fraelich to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Cybotron,
Spoonie Gee,
Talk Talk,
Neil Young,
China Crisis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
L. Decosne,
The Searchers,
Symarip,
Essential Logic,
The Neon Judgement,
Joe Finger,
Johnny Clarke,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Slits,
Laurel Aitken,
Sonic Youth,
E-Dancer,
Visage,
Kerri Chandler,
Radio Birdman,
Alphaville,
Carl Craig,
John Foxx,
Magazine,
Minny Pops,
Lou Christie,
Crash Course in Science,
Jawbox,
Bob Dylan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Pus,
Suicide,
The Toasters,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Sheep,
The Doors,
Pet Shop Boys,
James White and The Blacks,
Amazonics,
Connie Case,
the Fania All-Stars,
Vladislav Delay,
Fela Kuti,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mars,
Swans,
PIL,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Pretty Things,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Japan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Deadbeat,
Section 25,
Toni Rubio,
F. McDonald,
Jeff Mills,
The Fugs,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.