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 Colombia 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Holger Czukay 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 Technova to the techno 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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
The United States of America,
The Sound,
Tommy Roe,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Barracudas,
Ituana,
Liliput,
Darondo,
Unwound,
Alphaville,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Piero Umiliani,
Dawn Penn,
X-101,
Whodini,
The Doors,
Roger Hodgson,
John Coltrane,
Minny Pops,
kango's stein massive,
Banda Bassotti,
Lindisfarne,
Todd Terry,
Mantronix,
Delon & Dalcan,
Faraquet,
Soulsonic Force,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lou Reed,
The Modern Lovers,
Junior Murvin,
Roy Ayers,
Bobby Sherman,
Judy Mowatt,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marc Almond,
Mission of Burma,
Ponytail,
Procol Harum,
The Smoke,
Archie Shepp,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Zero Boys,
The Alarm Clocks,
CMW,
June of 44,
Chris & Cosey,
Fear,
Jeff Lynne,
Nas,
Derrick Morgan,
Deepchord,
The Cramps,
Ice-T,
Neil Young,
Crash Course in Science,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Visage,
Joyce Sims,
Theoretical Girls,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.