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 Bulgaria and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
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 Janne Schatter to the grime 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Joensuu 1685,
Thompson Twins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Connie Case,
Ronnie Foster,
Harry Pussy,
Anthony Braxton,
Hot Snakes,
The Misunderstood,
Vainqueur,
Essential Logic,
Ultra Naté,
Thee Headcoats,
Goldenarms,
Gichy Dan,
The Tremeloes,
the Sonics,
Faust,
Byron Stingily,
John Coltrane,
kango's stein massive,
Agitation Free,
Hardrive,
The Raincoats,
The Birthday Party,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sarah Menescal,
Whodini,
Cal Tjader,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gang Gang Dance,
Metal Thangz,
The Standells,
Intrusion,
CMW,
Make Up,
The Neon Judgement,
Susan Cadogan,
Eurythmics,
Outsiders,
Brothers Johnson,
Barry Ungar,
Gerry Rafferty,
Davy DMX,
Young Marble Giants,
Brand Nubian,
Procol Harum,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sight & Sound,
Radiohead,
Q65,
Morten Harket,
Stiv Bators,
The Vogues,
Theoretical Girls,
U.S. Maple,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Depeche Mode,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.