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 Jamaica and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bronski Beat to the rock 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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Arcadia,
Lou Reed,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Moon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Toni Rubio,
Eric Copeland,
The Black Dice,
This Heat,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hasil Adkins,
Fear,
Thompson Twins,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Human League,
The Pop Group,
Young Marble Giants,
Junior Murvin,
The Beau Brummels,
Sandy B,
Massinfluence,
Siglo XX,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Agitation Free,
The Fortunes,
Don Cherry,
Talk Talk,
The Young Rascals,
Ken Boothe,
Quadrant,
Marvin Gaye,
Andrew Hill,
Janne Schatter,
The Durutti Column,
Mantronix,
Wasted Youth,
Deakin,
The Martian,
Von Mondo,
the Normal,
Vainqueur,
Tim Buckley,
Nation of Ulysses,
Outsiders,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wally Richardson,
Audionom,
Trumans Water,
Be Bop Deluxe,
June Days,
Newcleus,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Gladiators,
Unwound,
X-101,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Mojo Men,
Livin' Joy,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.