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 Belarus and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes 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 U.S. Maple to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
E-Dancer,
The Litter,
Main Source,
Johnny Clarke,
Leonard Cohen,
Shoche,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Barracudas,
Ralphi Rosario,
New Order,
Bush Tetras,
David McCallum,
the Swans,
Unrelated Segments,
Pagans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Erasure,
Interpol,
The Cowsills,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Organ,
The Dave Clark Five,
Deakin,
Young Marble Giants,
X-101,
The Doobie Brothers,
Von Mondo,
Charles Mingus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dead Boys,
Marc Almond,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soul II Soul,
Ludus,
Magazine,
Thee Headcoats,
Maurizio,
The Stooges,
Vladislav Delay,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scientists,
Danielle Patucci,
Crooked Eye,
The Dirtbombs,
Derrick May,
The Real Kids,
F. McDonald,
Funkadelic,
Essential Logic,
Oneida,
X-102,
Circle Jerks,
The Names,
Stetsasonic,
The Busters,
Deadbeat,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Happenings,
The Moody Blues,
Ohio Players,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.