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 Burkina and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Babytalk to the electroclash 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Bill Near,
Intrusion,
The Stooges,
Radio Birdman,
The Music Machine,
Aaron Thompson,
U.S. Maple,
Underground Resistance,
The Invisible,
The Busters,
The Selecter,
Barrington Levy,
Roger Hodgson,
Al Stewart,
Ten City,
The Martian,
Freddie Wadling,
Lou Christie,
Dave Gahan,
Excepter,
The Divine Comedy,
Mad Mike,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Archie Shepp,
David Bowie,
Electric Prunes,
Mission of Burma,
Panda Bear,
Dead Boys,
The Angels of Light,
Kas Product,
New Order,
The Mummies,
Mantronix,
The Wake,
Sound Behaviour,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eric B and Rakim,
Drexciya,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Alarm Clocks,
Morten Harket,
The Detroit Cobras,
Main Source,
Monolake,
Matthew Halsall,
Deakin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nils Olav,
CMW,
Hoover,
Skriet,
Essential Logic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Erasure,
Q and Not U,
EPMD,
Toni Rubio,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.